Go under the water, hold the breath until you can't, drown and reanimate. Repeat.

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Guess who're making a couple reappearances this Whumptober 3;)

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  The hotel room was a shambles, with furniture out of place and possessions all over the floor. It wasn’t an expensive looking room, quite the opposite actually; Cheap furniture, not very extravagantly decorated, it was very basic. The smell of smoke and booze was in the air, even in the early morning which it was. In the corner of the room beside the bed, Olaf was slumped asleep in chair, slouching with a forearm propped up on the chair’s arm. The small stub of what remained of a cigar was held between his index and middle finger, still letting off a thin wisp of smoke though it wasn’t properly lit any more, a tiny ember still remaining- A burn mark surrounded in ash evident on the wood chair arm where he stubbed it out the night before. An empty bottle of whisky laid on the floor beside the chair, a small puddle of liquor leaving a stain where it had landed and a dribble of remains trickled. There was another open bottle nearby which only held a quarter of the original contents.    The viking drummer slept with his hat pulled down over his eyes, his hair and beard unbound and unkempt. Topless as ever but his boots and trousers were still worn, albeit his belt was unbuckled and the zip was down but his boxers were still in place beneath. One leg was outstretched forward on the old carpeted floor, the other propped up as the bottom of the boot sat flat against the ground.    Straddled over his knee was a young woman; Blonde, attractive and very nude. She wasn’t a notable figure, but she was picked up for a reasonable price the night before, not to mention she seemed to be a Pentakill fan- That was always a bonus. The woman was also asleep, lying with her face against the drummer’s chest, her torso pressed against his body to seek warmth. One of her hands rested against his abs as the other went around his back. The Viking himself had his other hand against her rump, cupping a supple asscheek in his palm. It was a good way to unwind from any stress, though he’d probably have to fork out some extra cash to replace any broken furniture in the shoddy little hotel room.  

I made...a new moth lady

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