[Shulk says, bemused, leaning back to regard Crow curiously.
He's not so sure about just...shoving his face in there either, moving to trace the jagged bumps of the mask's teeth. Those weren't blunt, were they? Was that why? His hand stops to rest on Crow's jaw. Whale skin feels...weird.
And if there's any muscle on his thighs, it's definitely muted by the feather fluff. Gonna take some navigating, Crow.]
I'll admit you've made it a challenge. Not on purpose, I know.
[Perhaps the fog god and Tikbalang have a similar sense of humor. A conspiracy?!]
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[Shulk says, bemused, leaning back to regard Crow curiously.
He's not so sure about just...shoving his face in there either, moving to trace the jagged bumps of the mask's teeth. Those weren't blunt, were they? Was that why? His hand stops to rest on Crow's jaw. Whale skin feels...weird.
And if there's any muscle on his thighs, it's definitely muted by the feather fluff. Gonna take some navigating, Crow.]
I'll admit you've made it a challenge. Not on purpose, I know.
[Perhaps the fog god and Tikbalang have a similar sense of humor. A conspiracy?!]