[ Of course he can’t stop trembling the closer Kleken gets, that breath of his tickling at his skin, catching him hook, line, and sinker… ]
…No, I suppose not.
[ He’d argue that everything wrong here has to do with Kleken, but it’s not like he’s been forced into it.
Actually, he’s more than a little concerned how excited he’s getting over this. Over tentacles. Perhaps it helps to put a face to them—even if that face is only mildly more attractive than Osial’s.
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…No, I suppose not.
[ He’d argue that everything wrong here has to do with Kleken, but it’s not like he’s been forced into it.
Actually, he’s more than a little concerned how excited he’s getting over this. Over tentacles. Perhaps it helps to put a face to them—even if that face is only mildly more attractive than Osial’s.
He tries to reach for said face to cup a cheek— ]
I—I would certainly hope this isn’t all—