[ it’s for the best that dextera doesn’t realize what he’s thinking about—at least not until guren’s thoughts turn a little lighter, and dextera can pick up on that hopefulness between them.
he slides his hand into that last space between them, his fingers brushing against guren’s fingertips in a way that’s oddly shy, considering how much they always touch hands.
it’s the mood! the mood is hard to resist. ]
I’ve never seen one. [ he admits that freely, kicking his legs gently through the water. ] I’ve never seen anything like this.
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he slides his hand into that last space between them, his fingers brushing against guren’s fingertips in a way that’s oddly shy, considering how much they always touch hands.
it’s the mood! the mood is hard to resist. ]
I’ve never seen one. [ he admits that freely, kicking his legs gently through the water. ] I’ve never seen anything like this.