Sep 18, 2016
Caress: Strokes arm; because my muse can't reach any higher, and refuses to reach lower.
Um…I don’t really know you… How bout you don’t touch me?
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Caress: Strokes arm; because my muse can't reach any higher, and refuses to reach lower.
Um…I don’t really know you… How bout you don’t touch me?
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Ummm…no…
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“O-oh, hey Berry.” He didn’t expect the other to be here now. He tugged on his sleeves to make sure his arms were fully covered. He’d rather not explain to everyone why his ecto body was rainbow colored... and formed. “Wh-what brings you here?”
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“B-Berry?” He hadn’t expected to see his friend here, especially if he saw him glitch not even twenty seconds ago. He didn’t know what was going on with himself, and a skeleton that looked like a half-finished doodle in a his normal clothes must look so strange.
A portal opened and a small skeleton stepped out. He spots Wrenne and limps over quickly. "Big sis? Are ya okay?" Biberry's eyes turn purple with worry.
“H-huh?” The woman looked over to the smaller skeleton, quickly wiping away the beginnings of tears from her eyes. “I-I’m okay. Thanks for the concern, little bro.” She gave her best smile, trying to drown her feelings in the fact that one of her little ‘children’ was here. “How about you, hun? You feeling okay?”
Wrenne cringes from secondhand embarrassment. Ouch.
Wrenne’s danger senses are tingling.
“Who’s endangering my little brother.”
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“I-I can handle it on my own. I just... couldn’t do anything about it all day because this timeline doesn’t have heats.” His pelvis felt like the pain of every bone breaking in his body was focused on it. “I-I’d rather not admit to not being the real Sans of this timeline by telling someone I’m in heat.”
He swallowed nervously and looked away. “Besides, you’ve got someone you’re in a relationship with... I doubt you’d get permission from them to help me.”