[Coming to a stop besides Dualscar, the Psiioniic lays a hand on his shoulder and leans in close, kissing the seadweller sweetly at the area where his jawline and fin meet.]
Good day, 22.
[Than he slips past him, chittering at his drone to follow him to the library.]
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[Coming to a stop besides Dualscar, the Psiioniic lays a hand on his shoulder and leans in close, kissing the seadweller sweetly at the area where his jawline and fin meet.]
Good day, 22.
[Than he slips past him, chittering at his drone to follow him to the library.]