[ Do either of them even notice? Maybe? Maybe they're just caught up in each other's eyes. Mouths. Purple horny prose. This is obscene. Midnight would shield Aak's eyes if he was even remotely paying attention.
Anyhow. The scent is rather romantic, to the point where Midnight just keeps on keeping on. Cherries are an aphrodisiac, right? (Right?) His doppelganger is definitely doing his best to tug his original into the water, though... Like, it's literally putting its watery hands in his collar and giving the meat version a good tug. Well... If Midnight drowns, he will perish very aromatically, at least! ]
in soviet ursus, midnight is OUR gigolo
Anyhow. The scent is rather romantic, to the point where Midnight just keeps on keeping on. Cherries are an aphrodisiac, right? (Right?) His doppelganger is definitely doing his best to tug his original into the water, though... Like, it's literally putting its watery hands in his collar and giving the meat version a good tug. Well... If Midnight drowns, he will perish very aromatically, at least! ]