[ He worms his nibbled finger into By's mouth. There are times when that'd be foreplay; right now it's only affectionate fidgeting with his beloved face, feeling along the ridge of his teeth as innocently as if he were smushing his nose into new shapes. ]
It'd only make me try harder to convince the others, so he would be the only doubter. [ Smiling a little wider. ] I think he likes you, though. I think—it went well, right? If we come back again they will be glad about it.
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[ He worms his nibbled finger into By's mouth. There are times when that'd be foreplay; right now it's only affectionate fidgeting with his beloved face, feeling along the ridge of his teeth as innocently as if he were smushing his nose into new shapes. ]
It'd only make me try harder to convince the others, so he would be the only doubter. [ Smiling a little wider. ] I think he likes you, though. I think—it went well, right? If we come back again they will be glad about it.