[She may note that, besides the slightly stronger scent of pomade to keep his hair so much neater than in the future and the now-present tinge of opium, he smells exactly as she’ll remember.
He’s probably never not going to be flushed, but he does relax by small degrees the longer he remains draped against her, tension flooding out slowly — maybe awkwardness will be soon to follow but not. Quite yet.]
Your tail…
[Of course he goes for the tail first; but in this case, it’s not just because all my blond twins love her tail. The excess effort to sit up is slightly more difficult than simply reaching out to where her tail moves next to them, fingers curing close to its soft tuft.]
How dexterous is it?
[Maybe he already has the answer, what with it curled around his thigh.]
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He’s probably never not going to be flushed, but he does relax by small degrees the longer he remains draped against her, tension flooding out slowly — maybe awkwardness will be soon to follow but not. Quite yet.]
Your tail…
[Of course he goes for the tail first; but in this case, it’s not just because all my blond twins love her tail. The excess effort to sit up is slightly more difficult than simply reaching out to where her tail moves next to them, fingers curing close to its soft tuft.]
How dexterous is it?
[Maybe he already has the answer, what with it curled around his thigh.]