[Guren can pick up on those silent retorts, and he's completely willing to put his own side of the conversation up to match. But if any stranger walked in here and saw this, they'd probably call it very weird assault. Tickle assault? It's kind of like that.
Good thing they're in the cuddle house and there's no judgement. Eventually, when Guren decides he's chased Dextera far enough across the floor with playful pinches and laughs, he flops over onto his back on the floor, letting out one more laugh before he lets a deep breath take over.
It's much lighter, even if that weight is still there. It really is like sharing it with friends. He blinks at the ceiling, hands resting on his own chest, and then turns his head enough to slide his gaze over to Dextera. Even from this angle on the floor, it's fine.]
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Good thing they're in the cuddle house and there's no judgement. Eventually, when Guren decides he's chased Dextera far enough across the floor with playful pinches and laughs, he flops over onto his back on the floor, letting out one more laugh before he lets a deep breath take over.
It's much lighter, even if that weight is still there. It really is like sharing it with friends. He blinks at the ceiling, hands resting on his own chest, and then turns his head enough to slide his gaze over to Dextera. Even from this angle on the floor, it's fine.]