[The peasant is restless. Robin can't help but get distracted by how much he moves. He wants her attention. Is reluctant to ask for it.]
It's decent.
[but this is not being strong for him. This is just-- avoiding. Bit by bit. One thing at a time. Hands sprout from the bed and stroke his head, down his feathery back, and sneaking under the blanket to briefly tickle the sensitive Luceti wings]
Action / December 20th / Late
It's decent.
[but this is not being strong for him. This is just-- avoiding. Bit by bit. One thing at a time. Hands sprout from the bed and stroke his head, down his feathery back, and sneaking under the blanket to briefly tickle the sensitive Luceti wings]
You seem cheerful.