[ It's his turn to smile shyly. A flush spreads across his cheeks and down his neck, his ears back submissively. He licks his lips, resisting the urge to press his nose against Olivine's. He doesn't force the other's face back up, but he steps a little closer. ]
You made that clear when you followed me. [ He strokes the other's face with his thumb, praying his transformation will hold off awhile longer. ] I'm finally admitting I feel the same.
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You made that clear when you followed me. [ He strokes the other's face with his thumb, praying his transformation will hold off awhile longer. ] I'm finally admitting I feel the same.