[When he finishes pinning up her clothes, he stills, looking away from her but listening intently to what she's saying.
(Well, he thinks he's sitting still. Turns out that his tentacles like to fidget at the ends quite a bit.)
She had everything in the basket. Fought the good fight and got her feet on solid ground. What man wouldn't tie the knot with her after all that hard work, after all that time, being by her side through it all?
He kneads at his hands a little, letting out a frustrated huff. God, it's tempting, but is it appropriate? Too forward?
Oh, hell with it. He looks over his shoulder at her.]
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(Well, he thinks he's sitting still. Turns out that his tentacles like to fidget at the ends quite a bit.)
She had everything in the basket. Fought the good fight and got her feet on solid ground. What man wouldn't tie the knot with her after all that hard work, after all that time, being by her side through it all?
He kneads at his hands a little, letting out a frustrated huff. God, it's tempting, but is it appropriate? Too forward?
Oh, hell with it. He looks over his shoulder at her.]
Do you want to go on a date later this week?