“…𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯’ 𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮..?” 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘢.

Flop. Gryph now lazily relaxing down on his tum. Lazy hours.

Gryphon’s around. He’s a touch bored, though. And hungry. And the slightest bit horny. Should definitely fix that, huh?

Gryph flop right against his side. Gently scratching away at a pesky, annoying itch against that soft tum. He’s in a lazy mood, clearly.

Totally wouldn’t enjoy some casual gropes while he’s lounging and lazing about.

Gryphon currently nibbling away at some waffles. Blueberry and strawberry waffles, to be exact. A nice, tall stack of them too. He’s clearly hungry.

He’s not terribly familiar with it either, do t worry. Just a random idea that popped into his mind. He hasn’t cuddled up with many others either, really.

Awake gryphon. He’s casually flopping onto his back to relax, tail slightly tucked between his thighs. Yes, he’s hiding the goods from sight. At least for now he is, anyway.

Mmmmh. Trying to spoil him a whole lot today, hmmm? He wouldn’t mind a splash of praise in the slightest bit.

Fair. Flynn does wander around a good bit most of the time, hence both belly and some muscle in places. Flynn would absolutely never be able to pass up something like that. He’s definitely down for some tum rubs while he’s eating.

Oh. Those are two fair points, then. Yeah he is the bigger one, hmmm? Not only that, Flynn can also put away quite a sizable amount of food too, thanks to his appetite. He’s got quite the appetite sometimes. Theres a reason why he’s pudgy and plump, after all.

Cocky little gryphon grin. Yeah, exactly. …Hey wait a minute. Wait. You just called him fat. R u d e. He’s fluffy or plump, not fat.

Flynn can and will beat the reader in an eating competition. Fairly easily, too. Doesn’t even matter what’s eaten in said competition. He. Will. Win.

Fun fact: Flynn has a nice, plump, fat sheath. And he may or may not love sheath insertion and teasing.

Ahem. Platonic snuggles that steadily turn to teasing gropes and touches is something the gryph secretly loves.

Flynn’s around. Gently flopping onto his back to be lazy and relax, soft tum on display. Thankfully his thighs are closed, so not every part of him’s easily viewable at the very moment.

Flynn’s up. Breakfast time for him. He’s already up and out of bed, even already in the dining room munching away at a tall stack of pancakes. His tail swaying about behind him while he’s quietly stuffing his beak.

He’s casually in the mood for soft snugs at the moment. He’ll let his snuggle buddy lay against him and everything.

Nibbling on some food he got his talons on. …Wait, it looks oddly like stuff the reader had in their cupboard. Did he go and help himself to said readers’ food?

In the mood to snuuuuuuuggle. ��Snuggle his beak between some plush thighs, that is.

One of the quickest ways to his heart is food. Only one of the quickest, though. Want to befriend the gryph? Give him breakfast, lunch, dinner and/or desserts and he’ll quickly become your best friend.