but, it's true. his senses aren't all the same as they were pre-transformation. though, he'd like to think his eye for detail hasn't changed much. the only difference here is that, he might also want to adhere to this level of ignorance. where they can both somehow pretend like they've always stuck to this same, established distance. a distance in which he deemed was acceptable, and to which he'd like to think he held most individuals by. even if it's a lie, he'd have to believe it for tonight.
he watches her tail, her ears... he's realized that these attributes may have been a curse. it's like they have a mind of their own.
is he relieved to have none of his own? he isn't sure if he'd go that far, not when he own tentacles still cling to the back of shirt, and seem to stir with how dry the air's been. that said, even if he can gather her excitement, he doesn't know much else of what she's feeling... ]
Did I ever say I didn't like messy? [ she's right. he would have been just as fascinated. that said, he gets the impression just by looking at her that she may be expecting something else? that she lingers here with some type of purpose, and he just doesn't know what that is. ... so he does the only thing he can in terms of well-accepted, well-established farewells. he reaches over and pinches her nose. ]
Why are you making such a weird face? You're making it hard not to bully you. [ but, he releases quickly. it probably doesn't feel like much when he's wearing gloves. ] We'll see each other tomorrow, you know.
Days like this are well spent because they're temporary. If you're that frustrated, draw something new.
[ she's swatting his hand for that, ears pinning back before they traitorously lay flat again. ]
I know, I know, I just... want to spend more time out, [ with him, ] so I'll probably just wander around a little more before turning in. A certain fishie's gifts aren't going anywhere, after all, and it's my first time in this life celebrating the season.
[ but it's better if they part before she actually says something she regrets, burning in the back of her throat and scalding the bed of her tongue, because maybe she'll have the mind to say it tomorrow instead. or the next day, or the one after that -- a normal day, uninfluenced by the crowds and stories behind the holiday.
... besides, "we'll see each other tomorrow" is pretty nice to hear. ]
I'll text you when I get home, and you text me when you get home. Okay? I don't wanna hear about a new ice sculpture come morning just because you froze to death in the night.
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but, it's true. his senses aren't all the same as they were pre-transformation. though, he'd like to think his eye for detail hasn't changed much. the only difference here is that, he might also want to adhere to this level of ignorance. where they can both somehow pretend like they've always stuck to this same, established distance. a distance in which he deemed was acceptable, and to which he'd like to think he held most individuals by. even if it's a lie, he'd have to believe it for tonight.
he watches her tail, her ears... he's realized that these attributes may have been a curse. it's like they have a mind of their own.
is he relieved to have none of his own? he isn't sure if he'd go that far, not when he own tentacles still cling to the back of shirt, and seem to stir with how dry the air's been. that said, even if he can gather her excitement, he doesn't know much else of what she's feeling... ]
Did I ever say I didn't like messy? [ she's right. he would have been just as fascinated. that said, he gets the impression just by looking at her that she may be expecting something else? that she lingers here with some type of purpose, and he just doesn't know what that is. ... so he does the only thing he can in terms of well-accepted, well-established farewells. he reaches over and pinches her nose. ]
Why are you making such a weird face? You're making it hard not to bully you. [ but, he releases quickly. it probably doesn't feel like much when he's wearing gloves. ] We'll see each other tomorrow, you know.
Days like this are well spent because they're temporary. If you're that frustrated, draw something new.
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I know, I know, I just... want to spend more time out, [ with him, ] so I'll probably just wander around a little more before turning in. A certain fishie's gifts aren't going anywhere, after all, and it's my first time in this life celebrating the season.
[ but it's better if they part before she actually says something she regrets, burning in the back of her throat and scalding the bed of her tongue, because maybe she'll have the mind to say it tomorrow instead. or the next day, or the one after that -- a normal day, uninfluenced by the crowds and stories behind the holiday.
... besides, "we'll see each other tomorrow" is pretty nice to hear. ]
I'll text you when I get home, and you text me when you get home. Okay? I don't wanna hear about a new ice sculpture come morning just because you froze to death in the night.