[It's not that Atsushi would ever have denied his bond with Chuuya, but still... There's a definite difference between knowing it's there, and having others (even animals!) notice it. Even if it's a very specific skill of these Mossleys, Atsushi finds himself blushing every bit as fiercely as if he'd had a sign pinned to his shirt that declared in bold letters how Chuuya and him had been intimate.]
It doesn't? [That's a little surprising. It sure seems like something that might hurt! Then again...] Maybe it's a little like clipping your nails..?
[Not quite pleasant, but still a relief? It's worth a shot, regardless, so Atsushi reaches up to try it, very carefully. The flower comes loose with no effort at all, and as Atsushi is staring at it, considering how best to preserve it, there's suddenly a wet tongue in his face, and he sputters, turning around. He was not expecting that.]
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It doesn't? [That's a little surprising. It sure seems like something that might hurt! Then again...] Maybe it's a little like clipping your nails..?
[Not quite pleasant, but still a relief? It's worth a shot, regardless, so Atsushi reaches up to try it, very carefully. The flower comes loose with no effort at all, and as Atsushi is staring at it, considering how best to preserve it, there's suddenly a wet tongue in his face, and he sputters, turning around. He was not expecting that.]