[ dextera nods, smoothing both his hands down her body now, flattening her feathers at the same time she decides to move around and fluff them up again. she stands, scratching at the blanket, and then settles down once more.
he smiles, and he wants to pull her into his lap, but he decides against it and looks to guren instead—tilting his head, inviting guren to give some suggestions.
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he smiles, and he wants to pull her into his lap, but he decides against it and looks to guren instead—tilting his head, inviting guren to give some suggestions.
how’s your naming sense, guren??? ]