[ wraps her arms around her waist and snuggles against her back, practically purring. maybe actually purring? her wings are all poofy and her tail is curled over nem's legs, flicking contentedly. ]
But...it's not terrible, actually? The wings and the tail are new and odd but not...bad-new and odd. It's kind of like being wrapped in a cocoon, but not in the claustrophobic way. More like sharing a sleeping bag with someone you like. She takes Req's hand, interlacing their fingers, since apparently all the rest wasn't contact enough]
Mm... You ever been camping? ...Like, for fun, not 'cause you had to.
[ eagerly threads their fingers together, rewarding the touch with another affectionate nuzzle against the crook of her neck. But she's quiet for a moment after that question, thoughtful, before making an unsure noise. ]
... nah. I think mom died when I was real little, and I was alone most of my life... spent a lotta time sleepin' outside.
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[ wraps her arms around her waist and snuggles against her back, practically purring. maybe actually purring? her wings are all poofy and her tail is curled over nem's legs, flicking contentedly. ]
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[ yes good. Cuddle time. ]
Drink your water.
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[ you're always little spoon tho.
Comfortably settles her wings around them, resting her head against Nem's and closing her eyes. ]
... feel better?
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But...it's not terrible, actually? The wings and the tail are new and odd but not...bad-new and odd. It's kind of like being wrapped in a cocoon, but not in the claustrophobic way. More like sharing a sleeping bag with someone you like. She takes Req's hand, interlacing their fingers, since apparently all the rest wasn't contact enough]
Mm... You ever been camping? ...Like, for fun, not 'cause you had to.
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... nah. I think mom died when I was real little, and I was alone most of my life... spent a lotta time sleepin' outside.
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[squeezes her hand, thinking]
That's not the same as a tent, right? We should camp out someplace. Even if it's one of the fake parks, maybe it'd be a good camp memory.
...I mean, if you want.
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... I'd like that. I mean, I'd like anything with you.
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...Though hanging out under the sex mirror's got its own charm.
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[ glances up briefly at the mirror, where she's still invisible... ]
... sex mirror was pretty great.
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I'm gonna figure out one that'll show you, and then you'll see...
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[ smiles, lightly stroking her side. ]
Could take a video. If you wanted.
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...I guess?
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Or I could send you somethin', some night. Look forward to it.
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