[Dualscar starts a little when the Psiioniic starts rubbing his face against his, but quickly figures out it is just more of that strange, not-hurting touching, and as silly as it seems, it actually feels kind of good. He tilts his head back and forth, his nose bumping against the Psiioniic's.]
Ninety percent? Not one to question your numbers, but that seems a little loww.
[He takes a step closer, his hip bones touching the edge of the table, his chest almost against the Psiioniic's now. The hand that isn't on the other troll's face drops, and he grips the edge of the table.]
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Ninety percent? Not one to question your numbers, but that seems a little loww.
[He takes a step closer, his hip bones touching the edge of the table, his chest almost against the Psiioniic's now. The hand that isn't on the other troll's face drops, and he grips the edge of the table.]