[Hey, it's the first go around, she wouldn't even think to blame him if he cracked a little here and there, because she certainly might. He guides her hand, it's a gesture she doesn't argue with, she even traces her nails over the unnatural movement of her own skin. Except he probably can't feel that, so she presses a little harder.]
Guess I'm being rude.
[She's going to keep pushing/weirdly petting them through her own engorged stomach.] Sorry about that, little guys. Or girls. Whichever, I'm not picky.
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Guess I'm being rude.
[She's going to keep pushing/weirdly petting them through her own engorged stomach.] Sorry about that, little guys. Or girls. Whichever, I'm not picky.
[This is such a wild event.]