JUST ONE NIGHT ☆ palm glades

JORMUNGAND

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So calling him by his last name touched a nerve, the large male observed with a small smile. How nice. "Apologies, Winterhymns, I was raised quite different." He had no intention of elaborating, and the warning gleam was a clear enough sign the other shouldn't question it. Another bristling was when Jor questioned the poison of the gift basket, and he chuckled as the other became obviously angry. "You never know. Many die from poison, you know." Like his best friend. He tried to soothe it with a smile, hoping it didn't come out wrong, but didn't make a move to correct himself.

#psychosocial.