['Nonpainful touching'. That's how he phrases it, and it's like Psiioniic has been stabbed. Considering the time he's spent as a lowblood and rebel, he'd say he knows the literal feel rather well by now, and this is no exaggeration. He buries his face against Dualscar's hair.]
Yeah, thure. God, you're tho...
[He starts to move, only to pause. He might actually have to ask permission, considering things.]
Let me move behind you, alright? I want to touch your back.
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Yeah, thure. God, you're tho...
[He starts to move, only to pause. He might actually have to ask permission, considering things.]
Let me move behind you, alright? I want to touch your back.