[Scars are something they share, then. More are on the Psiioniic's back than his front, but it's not completely untouched. He sighs at the touches, letting his eyes slip shut. Wary of his own claws, he's careful as he begins to explore the open gills, just barely daring to brush against those filaments. He's greatly curious about them, just like he was curious about the fins once he started to care for the other. Can he make him feel good with these strange, foreign things?]
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