( and clean himself off afterwards too.. )
wiping it off sounds fine... it should just slide off with a rag, right?
( examining looey closely— a scoot forward to kiss their cheek. )
at least you don’t taste bad. kidding.
( and clean himself off afterwards too.. )
( examining looey closely— a scoot forward to kiss their cheek. )
at least you don’t taste bad. kidding.
[looey complained, scuffed like a fat puppy.]
and grease is kinda gross... it rolls off my rubber in such a slimy way. i don't like it. the burrito was really good, though...
( earfin twitch— now full on smiling, carefully reaching down to pluck looey up by the shirt. )
i can do that— wouldn’t want you sliding off into danger anyways.
( examining looey closely— a scoot forward to kiss their cheek. )
at least you don’t taste bad. kidding.
( earfin twitch— now full on smiling, carefully reaching down to pluck looey up by the shirt. )
i can do that— wouldn’t want you sliding off into danger anyways.
[looey puffed, sliding up and down seb's tail like a metal ball in a plastic track.]
can you help me clean up? i've never been covered in /grease/ before!
i was going to say something along the lines of that not being possible but you are rather tiny..
( earfin twitch— now full on smiling, carefully reaching down to pluck looey up by the shirt. )
i can do that— wouldn’t want you sliding off into danger anyways.
i was going to say something along the lines of that not being possible but you are rather tiny..
[they can barely stand upright. sliding everywhere.]
i was going to say something along the lines of that not being possible but you are rather tiny..
.. mm. technology sure is great.
thanks.. really.
[he corrected, smiling awkwardly as he brought his gui! spawning in a little comb, then moving the sliders to make it larger, right in front of seb. then, plunk!
offering it to him.]
i don't like using that often but it seemed like a worthy cause.
.. mm. technology sure is great.
thanks.. really.
i can. make a large comb.
( clawed fingertips tapping rhythmically on the shop counter, a fanged smile. )
( clawed fingertips tapping rhythmically on the shop counter, a fanged smile. )
( gently pulling the worker into a kiss. ♪ )
*the former shopkeep could feel the man's nervous breath on his lips. so close indeed...with someone he barely knew, no less.*
can’t say that’s why you approached me though, huh .ᐣ
( leaning in close enough so both their noses touched. )
( gently pulling the worker into a kiss. ♪ )
:(