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[restinglichface]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, LUP. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 025.90.004.712 *** HotterTwin has joined 018.07.154.55 <HotterTwin> hey fam <HotterTwin> its chagirl lup <HotterTwin> leave me the deets or whatever

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[bugbeverage]

<sub>[At first he resists because he's still wrestling with this content. It's guilt! He feels guilty! He's like Ebenezer Scrooge or some shit and all the spirits have come to haunt him for his war crimes!]

[But Lup's tits are like right there so he gets over himself a little and scooches over so she can hug him.]</sub>

Lup this is terrible! I don't know how to deal with guilt! I've never felt guilty for anything! Can't I just cocaine it away?

[restinglichface]

[Theeeere it goes. What can Lup say? She knows her shit.]

'Fraid not, bestie. You gotta deal with that shit head on. But - not to go all sappy on you, but at least you don't gotta deal with it alone, yeah?

[bugbeverage]

Yeah, I guess there's that. Boy. I didn't expect this to happen. I came over here so we can clown on whats-his-dick and see if we can get some pics outta him but instead I'm havin' deep personal realizations or some shit.

I. Need. A. Nap.

_{[He sags against her, not caring that one of his horns is probably bonking her in the chin. This is pretty cozy now that he thinks about it.]}

[restinglichface]

No worries, bestie. I'll get that dick pic later and we can giggle and gawk as much as we want. But for now -

[And Lup's just gonna guide him to squishing against her titties for a nap, while absolutely avoiding getting stabbed by his horns. She's got this, flip wizard agility baby.]

Get your sleep on. I'll be here if you need shit.

[bugbeverage]

_{[There is a peace in those titties. It's only a couple of minutes before a deep, unflattering snore finally starts escaping Lup's minotaur friend. Beetlejuice has finally fallen asleep.]}