[Oh no. Crap, Crow's laughing -- birds, man! -- shoulders shaking in barely contained amusement at Shulk's trilling, but Shulk's bite changes that into a quiet hiss. Tongue briefly wetting his lips, Crow allows himself to fall back onto the bed.
His large tail pushes his hips up off the mattress, but that might not necessarily be a bad thing. Reaching for Shulk's lanyard, Crow wraps it around his hand pulls Shulk down.]
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His large tail pushes his hips up off the mattress, but that might not necessarily be a bad thing. Reaching for Shulk's lanyard, Crow wraps it around his hand pulls Shulk down.]
Do that again.
[His voice is insistent, demanding.]