Dualscar makes a mental note to not let the other captain touch the Psiioniic. It shouldn't be hard, since the other troll is a blueblood and the Psiioniic is technically the property of seadwellers right now, but either way, he'll need to be very clear and very firm on that.
At the Psiioniic's request, though, Dualscar's arms drop, and he holds the helmet at his side. Reaching up with his other hand, he touches the side of the Psiioniic's face, where he would have fins if he were a seatroll, and tries to smile at him. It probably comes out looking more like a grimace, but at least he tried, right?
"Of course... Artollo."
It gives him a thrill to say that name, to know that the other troll trusted him enough to tell him that, a piece of information that is usually only shared between matesprits, and this time his small, shy smile is more genuine. He leans down and touches his lips to the Psiioniic's, and the taste of him under his lips brings back a flood of pleasant memories, of sensations and warmth and joy from the night before, and for just a moment... Dualscar is happy.
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At the Psiioniic's request, though, Dualscar's arms drop, and he holds the helmet at his side. Reaching up with his other hand, he touches the side of the Psiioniic's face, where he would have fins if he were a seatroll, and tries to smile at him. It probably comes out looking more like a grimace, but at least he tried, right?
"Of course... Artollo."
It gives him a thrill to say that name, to know that the other troll trusted him enough to tell him that, a piece of information that is usually only shared between matesprits, and this time his small, shy smile is more genuine. He leans down and touches his lips to the Psiioniic's, and the taste of him under his lips brings back a flood of pleasant memories, of sensations and warmth and joy from the night before, and for just a moment... Dualscar is happy.