[Mmmmm, it does feel nice, doesn't it? Dualscar watches the Psiioniic through half-lidded eyes, admiring the line of his throat, the flat plains of his chest, the messy hair that's sticking up in all directions. Not that his is much better, certainly.]
Hey.
[He nudges the Psiioniic's hip with one foot.]
Wwill you stick around tomorroww to help wwith the helmsman?
[He tries his hardest to sound neutral and calm when he asks that, and for the most part, he succeeds. There's only the faintest hint of longing in the question.]
no subject
Hey.
[He nudges the Psiioniic's hip with one foot.]
Wwill you stick around tomorroww to help wwith the helmsman?
[He tries his hardest to sound neutral and calm when he asks that, and for the most part, he succeeds. There's only the faintest hint of longing in the question.]