i am a woman of simple wants, and among them is the desire to just bury my face in hien's chest hair.

listen. we all know he is hiding some primo fluff.

and we all know that he's got one of those natural scents of Hnngh Good Man Musk that you can take hits of like a fucken bong.

i mean look at him.

basically every waking moment he is not here cuddling me is an injustice.