[That comment earns him a little click of the tongue but not much else. Rather, Diarmuid simply lets them flirt bicker over him for a few moments more before attempting to slip free from between them. Waver and Berserker might be getting along like wildfire but the real one in front of them needs stoking. Reluctant as he is to give up his place in the warm tangle of bodies, he crawls towards the hearth where he pokes and prods the burning logs back into place.
After a few moments, he glances back with another soft chuckle.]
I think you might secretly be as bad as each other.
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flirtbicker over him for a few moments more before attempting to slip free from between them. Waver and Berserker might be getting along like wildfire but the real one in front of them needs stoking. Reluctant as he is to give up his place in the warm tangle of bodies, he crawls towards the hearth where he pokes and prods the burning logs back into place.After a few moments, he glances back with another soft chuckle.]
I think you might secretly be as bad as each other.