[Even if he goes along with Tighnari's tugging, Shalem will complain about grass stains on his trousers... within the privacy of his own mind, anyway.
He flutters his forked tongue at Tighnari's lips, a lick and a "knock", as it were, a request for entrance through a doorway.]
Let's have all our clothes off, first. [Already, his hands are creeping up along the Vulpo's body, over his clothing. His skin is slightly cooler than most people who run quite warm, but Shalem rubs his palms against Tighnari to warm them up.]
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[Even if he goes along with Tighnari's tugging, Shalem will complain about grass stains on his trousers... within the privacy of his own mind, anyway.
He flutters his forked tongue at Tighnari's lips, a lick and a "knock", as it were, a request for entrance through a doorway.]
Let's have all our clothes off, first. [Already, his hands are creeping up along the Vulpo's body, over his clothing. His skin is slightly cooler than most people who run quite warm, but Shalem rubs his palms against Tighnari to warm them up.]