[Whoah... laughter. And it's not mean or condescending or the result of some impressive blood splatter. Just genuine, friendly laughter.]
[Dualscar presses his face into the side of the Psiioniic's neck again, breathing deep the scent of the other troll, then licks him, working his tongue over the thin, delicate skin. He remembers biting there before, but now he's just working at it with his lips and tongue. He has to check himself a couple times, when he starts getting more excited and is tempted to bite, but he resists. No hurting this time, he's playing nice.]
[The Psiioniic's tunic doesn't fare quite so well, though, and Dualscar rips it open when one of the buttons doesn't pop free fast enough to suit him.]
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[Dualscar presses his face into the side of the Psiioniic's neck again, breathing deep the scent of the other troll, then licks him, working his tongue over the thin, delicate skin. He remembers biting there before, but now he's just working at it with his lips and tongue. He has to check himself a couple times, when he starts getting more excited and is tempted to bite, but he resists. No hurting this time, he's playing nice.]
[The Psiioniic's tunic doesn't fare quite so well, though, and Dualscar rips it open when one of the buttons doesn't pop free fast enough to suit him.]