[there are still gears turning; Tonic is still talking. so, at first, Tek slithers alongside him with enough room left to speak and watch his face in. physical contact and all of the nice things that go along with it are wonderful, but he's curious, and that tops everything. he wants to see where this line of thought goes. it's not so different from a much closer and more comfortable version of their nest from the week before.
he's close enough to really feel the fabric of his friend's dress. he can smell the herbs and smoke. while he considers his statement, he takes the chance to look at his scars up close--his arms and his face--as if they will tell him something about it. after a minute, he smirks wide.]
no subject
he's close enough to really feel the fabric of his friend's dress. he can smell the herbs and smoke. while he considers his statement, he takes the chance to look at his scars up close--his arms and his face--as if they will tell him something about it. after a minute, he smirks wide.]
So, either way, you're dead.