That one day...
There's a Dragon-God, singing softly to himself upon a hoard.
"Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday, old fellow...
Happy birthday to me."
He heaves a sigh.
((Mun's birthday))
"Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday, old fellow...
Happy birthday to me."
He heaves a sigh.
((Mun's birthday))
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When rewarded like that, what being could possibly resist acting otherwise? Darling lass that you are!" He kisses back, though due to those exceedingly wide lips, it's something of a full-body kiss.
Good thing it wasn't open-mouth.
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