[Turning back to the drone, the Psiioniic leans his head down and nudges his head against its own. A few clicks and pets, and the drone is on shaky feet, trotting towards the exit. As it leaves, the Psiioniic begins to crawl back towards Dualscar. His psionics aren't idle; they stroke along the fin on his back and pet the side of his face, indulgent and gentle.]
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Would you be ready for it thith time?