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( nuzzle nuzzle into kremnoan titties.. ) heheh... huh? wha?

( clasps around his torso and clinging tightly! ) never!! 🦝‼️

( smile grows as she her stare softens to be more gentle. letting warmth grace usual cold elegant visage. ) thankfully, only my touch previous would have led farewells all too soon.

( clinging on for dear life-- ) i'll fall! i'll fall!

( looking down with a weak smile. ) apologies for the grim reminder.

that so? is it still.. dead eyed, to put it bluntly. 💧

yes.. they have done more than just that, i'd like to say. ( soft smile and nod of her head as she links her hands to hold and rest behind the small of her back as she looks around the peaceful atmosphere they shared. )

i bleed gold..

changed me? how so? ( curious tilt of head. )

.. i didn't want to intrude ;;

If you say so, I'm less wounded from your words. ☺️

... You wound me, Lord Mydei 😔