“Does this make me look fat?” Carl said, strutting into the room.

“Obviously” Flynn answerred bluntly.

He slapped his squamate tail on the couch, not out of happiness like a dog but simply to motion the ram to come over. Carl happily obliged, snuggling in against his boyfriend.

“What are…

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Having traded his gothic pajamas for a metal shirt did little o stop the other from teasing Syndey.

“‘Sydney, you look like an edgelord!’” he mocked, “‘Sydney, you look like a try hard!’”

“You look wonderful always “TJ sad, kissing him in the cheek.

Both were in the couch, Carl…

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