[Having Steven's weird fingers left to dangle off him: just as unpleasant the second time.
He's just... going to peel them off as quickly as he can. Deal with that before he looks at where Steven's fluttered off to.
Yuya shakes his arms, almost biting his lip until he feels the tip of his fang and remembers, and then his face just twists into conflicted expressions.
It's a minute before he follows, moving to sit on the corner of the stoop, his back angled to Steven's slightly. He presses his hands to his knees, winding his tail around one leg. Weird, but managable right now.]
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He's just... going to peel them off as quickly as he can. Deal with that before he looks at where Steven's fluttered off to.
Yuya shakes his arms, almost biting his lip until he feels the tip of his fang and remembers, and then his face just twists into conflicted expressions.
It's a minute before he follows, moving to sit on the corner of the stoop, his back angled to Steven's slightly. He presses his hands to his knees, winding his tail around one leg. Weird, but managable right now.]
Remember that song we played for the refugees?