[Dualscar reaches up, his hands shaking just a little, and takes hold of the Psiioniic's tunic, near the collar. He carefully undoes the buttons, the pads of his fingers brushing over smooth gray skin, and his breath quickens in his chest.]
You're... you're so comfortable being naked.
[Is that just the slightest wistful hint in his voice? Nah, probably your imagination.]
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[Dualscar reaches up, his hands shaking just a little, and takes hold of the Psiioniic's tunic, near the collar. He carefully undoes the buttons, the pads of his fingers brushing over smooth gray skin, and his breath quickens in his chest.]
You're... you're so comfortable being naked.
[Is that just the slightest wistful hint in his voice? Nah, probably your imagination.]