[Plenty don't like it, but so many still use it and that's the problem. But the Psiioniic doesn't say that. He just nods and sighs into that soft feathery touch. It's like nothing he's felt before, those fins against his face, and it's pleasant. Gently, he leans his head closer and brushes his lips against Dualscar's.]
Alright... Then it'sth a plan.
[The hands which had been tearing at everything just minutes before smooth out against Dualscar's chest.]
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Alright... Then it'sth a plan.
[The hands which had been tearing at everything just minutes before smooth out against Dualscar's chest.]
Thanksth...