So yeah, he had some explaining to do.
[[ For Savannah and SP is the name of the game. ]]
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Johnny was just chilling on his bed with a back issue of Motocross when Chris stopped by for a little guy time. Not dirty. And to make plans about a possible double-date.
If Johnny was thinking, he'd remember that the last time this happened, they turned into gay cowboys herding sheep.
But he wasn't thinking.
That's why the gremlin that snuck into his room bit Chris first, causing Johnny to jump up and scream like a girl, before he too was bitten.
And when he screamed again, it wasn't so much a scream as a deep throated, "Ah, goddamn it, Albert..."
[Establishy! Chris modded with permission.]
It happened again. How, why, who the hell knew. But lynx!Johnny was sitting on the bed, baby growling at Destiny who was prancing around and barking up at him.
This was going to be a very long weekend.
[OOC: La la la, going to be gone. Johnny is a wee lynx and the wife has full modding rights. Post is open for her only.]
Since bringing Savannah back from the clinic, Johnny had kept close but not too close as to be overwhelming. He didn't like what was going on but with nothing else to do at the moment, her comfort and care was extremely important.
He roused slowly and reached an arm over, across her, letting her know he hadn't gone anywhere during the night.
[For Savannah pls, and SP is love.]
Johnny was wrapped around his girlfriend, snuggled under the covers, and snoring lightly. He was totally out, mumbling in his sleep every now and then about family and the Bahamas and cute little bikini's. His dreams were awesome, dude. Save the family part. That was not good and he grumbled into his snore, pressing closer against the small, soft girl in bed with him.
[For she who is in bed with him. ETA: Oops, morning post is going NWS. Imagine that.]