[he makes what he is definitely not going to call a distressed noise when Ember nearly sets his hand on fire - or at least, that's how he'll tell it later, the dramatic cuss. Now he's got a dragon attaching himself to his hand, and makes a mental note: do not pet any strange animals.
Thankfully, Mick is here to help him navigate the hard parts. Like shirts.
Comfortable now that he's somewhat protected from prying eyes, he leans back against the new couch, wincing but doing his best to get used to back sores. Fun times in Hell.]
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Thankfully, Mick is here to help him navigate the hard parts. Like shirts.
Comfortable now that he's somewhat protected from prying eyes, he leans back against the new couch, wincing but doing his best to get used to back sores. Fun times in Hell.]
Could be too much to handle.