[Dualscar is learning! He's been alive for a lot longer than Psii, and he's never had a sweet, caring quadrant before. It's hard to let go of everything he knows and trust, even though he wants to so very, very much.]
[He ducks his head, though, when Psii grabs his horn, ignoring the clench in his stomach and the way his nerves still tingle with a fight response, and sticks his hands under Psii's slave garments.]
Hey... I wwant to showw you something.
[He lifts off his breastplate, setting it aside. He's wearing a skin tight shirt underneath, one with his sign stitched over the left side of his chest in purple thread. Or normally it does, because today, he's carefully pinned a slip of paper with another sign over it.]
See? I thought, maybe...
[He trails off, looking at Psii with hopeful, woofbeast eyes.]
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[He ducks his head, though, when Psii grabs his horn, ignoring the clench in his stomach and the way his nerves still tingle with a fight response, and sticks his hands under Psii's slave garments.]
Hey... I wwant to showw you something.
[He lifts off his breastplate, setting it aside. He's wearing a skin tight shirt underneath, one with his sign stitched over the left side of his chest in purple thread. Or normally it does, because today, he's carefully pinned a slip of paper with another sign over it.]
See? I thought, maybe...
[He trails off, looking at Psii with hopeful, woofbeast eyes.]