[She almost hisses it like an insult, and even that much would just be a terrible little joke, but she doesn't have the energy to really commit.]
Mm, I can do it? I don't want to make you get out again. [Except she doesn't look like she's intent on moving at all! Nariko's just hanging out right where she is, draped over the edge of his tank, eyes verging on closed.]
[You really like his displays of strength, right, Nariko? Because he's gonna wrap her up with his tentacles and lift her out of his tank, placing her on the floor beside it. A tentacle reaches for her towel and gives her a gentle tentacle-driven towelling down.
Which probably feels pretty magical to be honest.]
[It is intensely magical, so much that she wakes up a little more in order to rightfully appreciate it! There's something incredibly fun and weirdly cute about all of this, so Nariko's pretty dedicated to watching every move as if she hasn't seen what his tentacles are capable of.]
Thank you, Ishmael.
[When she's all dry and prepared for bed proper that tentacle is guided up a bit so she can kiss it a few times before letting go and looking up at Boxer.] And thank you, too.
[Lordy. They're his own tentacles and he can't keep up with which one is which. It doesn't help that she keeps changing them on him. Still, "Ishmael" gives her a tender sucker-kiss on her cheek before gently leading her to bed.]
[Their names change like four times every day so it's really quite useless to hope anything will stick. But at least some of them are females now! It's the little things.
She climbs into bed, of course, but not before giving Ishmael one more loving rub.]
See you in the morning, handsome. Love you.
[Because the second her head hit that pillow Nariko was going to be out like a rock left by a stream.]
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[She almost hisses it like an insult, and even that much would just be a terrible little joke, but she doesn't have the energy to really commit.]
Mm, I can do it? I don't want to make you get out again. [Except she doesn't look like she's intent on moving at all! Nariko's just hanging out right where she is, draped over the edge of his tank, eyes verging on closed.]
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[You really like his displays of strength, right, Nariko? Because he's gonna wrap her up with his tentacles and lift her out of his tank, placing her on the floor beside it. A tentacle reaches for her towel and gives her a gentle tentacle-driven towelling down.
Which probably feels pretty magical to be honest.]
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Thank you, Ishmael.
[When she's all dry and prepared for bed proper that tentacle is guided up a bit so she can kiss it a few times before letting go and looking up at Boxer.] And thank you, too.
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[Lordy. They're his own tentacles and he can't keep up with which one is which. It doesn't help that she keeps changing them on him. Still, "Ishmael" gives her a tender sucker-kiss on her cheek before gently leading her to bed.]
Anything for you, kitten.
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She climbs into bed, of course, but not before giving Ishmael one more loving rub.]
See you in the morning, handsome. Love you.
[Because the second her head hit that pillow Nariko was going to be out like a rock left by a stream.]
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Love you too. Sleep well.
[Aaand maybe Ishmael might be tucking her in with the sheet and comforter, too, before he settles to the bottom of his tank and falling asleep.]