[Rose sighs, straightening up and rolling her neck in a vain attempt to work out the stiffness she'd doomed herself to. A thin hand lifts to rub at the joint between neck and shoulder.]
A lick would have been more familiar, at least. You seem to forget that I spent three years living with Terezi Pyrope.
[She, too, has been woken up on more than one occasion by a good tonguing, and unfortunately not by her girlfriend.]
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A lick would have been more familiar, at least. You seem to forget that I spent three years living with Terezi Pyrope.
[She, too, has been woken up on more than one occasion by a good tonguing, and unfortunately not by her girlfriend.]