hello everyone
i was there on the night in question
after a long day of hard labor on the ship, muffles (as i like to call him) and I went to the barracks. he was tired, eyes low and sweat dripping off of his bushie eyebrows. I wiped the moisture off of his brim and patted him on the bak for a great days work. he smiled, and I saw a twinkle in his eyes that stopped my heart
we then layed together
fk it was magical
he was in an xtrmely emotional state and should not be nailed to the boards of hatrd
IT ISNT FAGGOTRY, IT IS LOVE