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[forged_hero]

There was, logically, moments that tied Moist's  smooth departure from Summerfell to his less than smooth, panting, fumbling entrance into his own house, twenty feet ahead of the dogs and sweaty from a sprint.  Logically, those moments existed, but perhaps they belong to someone else.  Someone that routinely went running in parkas, hiking boots and

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[self_named]

Duo looked slowly up from the book he was reading, eyes exceptionally round.

"...Did it hurt?"

[forged_hero]

Moist blinked at his husband, tugging absentmindedly at his beard.

"...like you would not believe."

[self_named]

"...Should I even ask what orifice it came out of?" Duo asked, looking less surprised and increasingly alarmed.

[forged_hero]

"You know, I'm not sure," Moist said after a moment, looking down at the tip of his snow boots. "It didn't seem appropriate at the time, but I can only assume it belonged to Robb Stark's wife."