Corkscrew had been around the block a few times (if a few meant a few MILLION). He had experienced a lot more in life than you had—always trying new experiences, never shying away despite danger. The man had even been on a journey to find a lost body part not too long before you had met. He was an insanely unlucky individual in some regards. But, one could say he was lucky to have you—you who would put up with him and his not so great track record. He cuddled into you this warm morning, voice thick with Russian accent and sleepiness. “…красотка?” He muttered.