[It'd be hard to go along with it if they didn't feel like it was; they can't even be dishonest with themself. And when she gently hooks her arm underneath them and boosts them upward, it's all right, too, because she's steady. They can even rest one hand on her shoulder and not feel strange about it, because it's new but it doesn't feel bad.]
[He's pretty.]
[His eyes are dark as beetles and the thick, spiny fins that flare out gently along his face...he reminds them a little like Undyne, if she were more armadillo than fish.]
[Even if they know he cannot hear them, it feels wrong not to say something.]
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[It'd be hard to go along with it if they didn't feel like it was; they can't even be dishonest with themself. And when she gently hooks her arm underneath them and boosts them upward, it's all right, too, because she's steady. They can even rest one hand on her shoulder and not feel strange about it, because it's new but it doesn't feel bad.]
[He's pretty.]
[His eyes are dark as beetles and the thick, spiny fins that flare out gently along his face...he reminds them a little like Undyne, if she were more armadillo than fish.]
[Even if they know he cannot hear them, it feels wrong not to say something.]
Hi, Thane.