[well, Tonic seems to be enjoying the view, openly admiring the statuesque form of the person in front of him, eyes now looking for scars or track marks or basically any sign that this person has ever been in danger their entire lives.
it's strange to find nothing. very pretty, but strange. he sighs, still perched on his own hand, wistful and appreciative.]
And you have a perfect complexion, too. It's just not fair.
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it's strange to find nothing. very pretty, but strange. he sighs, still perched on his own hand, wistful and appreciative.]
And you have a perfect complexion, too. It's just not fair.