[And for once, Dualscar knows better than to push and holds his tongue. Somehow, deep down, he knows that's the best he can hope for, the same way he knows the Psiioniic--Artollo--will leave him, probably someday soon, and he'll never see him again. He knows that, just as well as he knows the hateful, ugly scars on his face.]
[He looks up, his expression carefully neutral but his fins drooping almost to his shoulders.]
Can I come over there?
[Yes, he is asking permission to cuddle. Don't judge.]
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[And for once, Dualscar knows better than to push and holds his tongue. Somehow, deep down, he knows that's the best he can hope for, the same way he knows the Psiioniic--Artollo--will leave him, probably someday soon, and he'll never see him again. He knows that, just as well as he knows the hateful, ugly scars on his face.]
[He looks up, his expression carefully neutral but his fins drooping almost to his shoulders.]
Can I come over there?
[Yes, he is asking permission to cuddle. Don't judge.]