{ @pencenary // continued from here X. }
* " u h h h h , , , "
*[It sounds a little awkward, mind you, with his tongue being held captive outside of his mouth. Straight teeth parted, the snatched appendage wriggles slightly in Pence's grasp as if separate and alive. Resisting the urge to coil it around the tips of those fingers, either an affectionate gesture or one meant to creep the other out (and trick him into dropping it,) the most he can do is stand there-- more flustered and colored orange sherbet by the minute.]
*[The softest wheeze, at Pence's speculation on how it would taste. For a split second, Exhaust pictures that going rather poorly; there's just too much of it, right? He'd probably end up choking the unfortunate fellow if he really went for it. But still...better to shake that thought from his mind entirely, with the way it makes him feel as though his SOUL swells in his chest.]
*[When Pence finally releases it, and just in time as Exhaust had begun feeling a drool coming on, he wastes no time snapping it back into his mouth-- and true to form, it seems to roll up as he does so. Stored away in the pit of his jaw, and without prior knowledge, one would never know just how freakishly long it is.]
*[An awkward laugh, scratching at the back of his skull and struggling to even make eye-contact. He can still feel Pence's phalanges with a firm grip, then running the magic over the back of his teeth once or twice. At least he's been done the mercy of those hands being clean, and relatively tasteless.]
* " nyeh...guess the cat really got my tongue this time, huh? "
*[Someone please save this man from himself, before he combusts from the SOUL outward.]
