An average-height tiefling, with lavender skin and a coat like Cirque du Soleil had sex with a Dungeons and Dragons pantheon, exceedingly colorful and littered with religious symbols that ultimately don't actually mean shit in this world. And he is apparently getting manhandled by some skinny beanpole kid, which, okay? Okay, Molly can roll with this, he'll let this happen, why not. He leans in close and squints at the names.
Han Solo, he decides, privately, is an absolutely ridiculous name. He looks at the kid and huffs out a breath, smiles cheerfully at him. It would maybe look a little more scary if Molly wasn't wearing his favorite coat and also didn't have ice cream smeared on his mouth, but hey, here we are.]
Relax, little man, it's fine. I don't think it's a fever dream. [A gentle hand rests on Stiles' shoulder, meant to be grounding.] Come on, I found a nice woman selling some really good ice cream. I'll take you to her.
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An average-height tiefling, with lavender skin and a coat like Cirque du Soleil had sex with a Dungeons and Dragons pantheon, exceedingly colorful and littered with religious symbols that ultimately don't actually mean shit in this world. And he is apparently getting manhandled by some skinny beanpole kid, which, okay? Okay, Molly can roll with this, he'll let this happen, why not. He leans in close and squints at the names.
Han Solo, he decides, privately, is an absolutely ridiculous name. He looks at the kid and huffs out a breath, smiles cheerfully at him. It would maybe look a little more scary if Molly wasn't wearing his favorite coat and also didn't have ice cream smeared on his mouth, but hey, here we are.]
Relax, little man, it's fine. I don't think it's a fever dream. [A gentle hand rests on Stiles' shoulder, meant to be grounding.] Come on, I found a nice woman selling some really good ice cream. I'll take you to her.