[There's a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, like he shouldn't be allowed to watch something so sweet and peaceful. He's here, though, and he's watching it, watching the heart warming interaction and soaking in every curing part of it there is.
They suit each other. Dextera and his little chicken daughter.]
She's cute. [He decides to say this, in a low voice, his hands staying on his own knees where he's crouched. There's a desire to touch the chicken, or Dextera, or both, but he's ignoring that because he doesn't want to interrupt this moment. It's weird. He's trying not to think about it at all.]
no subject
They suit each other. Dextera and his little chicken daughter.]
She's cute. [He decides to say this, in a low voice, his hands staying on his own knees where he's crouched. There's a desire to touch the chicken, or Dextera, or both, but he's ignoring that because he doesn't want to interrupt this moment. It's weird. He's trying not to think about it at all.]
Does she have a name?