#mudalini

[An interlude, featuring no Toecutter

Mudalini aftercare fluff (ish)

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“’lini!” Muddy wraps himself around Cundalini’s boots, effectively hobbling the man.

“Muddy!” He bends and pets Muddy affectionately. “Hey there!”

“Hmm, up you get.” But Muddy refuses to get up, only unwrapping himself from around Cundalini’s boots a little. So Cundalini gives his boyfriend’s clothing some semblance of proper order and simply drags him to their tent by his ankles. Muddy protests and laughs, but submits to it with only a minimum of struggling.

Once inside the tent, Muddy immediately rolls himself into his blanket and throws himself across Cundalini’s lap. Carefully, ‘lini unrolls Muddy a little, and tends to his scuffs and scratches and bruises. By far, not the worst he’s sustained picking fuckfights like he does but he’ll without doubt be walking funny for a little while.