[ He's dead. He has to be dead because he can't piece together a coherent thought. All he can think of is the list of things he'd enjoy to see Xiao doing. All of which, he knows he'd love to be a part of himself. Every part of him is hot and the popsicle he's sucking on himself isn't helping at all. He's going to need an ice cold bath. Is there something in the air here? He knows it's entirely possible.
He wants to touch Xiao. Just any contact at this point that's beyond holding onto his hands. The braids of his hair remain pink, and at this point there's no use in hiding that what's happening is effecting him. ]
Ehe.
[ Words - find words. ]
You're doing it perfectly. I can't take my eyes off of you. I'm kind of jealous.
[ Of a popsicle. Oh, how he'd love to be that popsicle today. ]
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He wants to touch Xiao. Just any contact at this point that's beyond holding onto his hands. The braids of his hair remain pink, and at this point there's no use in hiding that what's happening is effecting him. ]
Ehe.
[ Words - find words. ]
You're doing it perfectly. I can't take my eyes off of you. I'm kind of jealous.
[ Of a popsicle. Oh, how he'd love to be that popsicle today. ]