( text, un: koriel )

[passio]

Is anyone else suddenly lactating?

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[passio]

Or a towel.

[ his clothes are damp… all of him is damp, honestly, and he isn’t sure that he can handle the public transportation home in this state. ]

[graftage]

Fine. A towel. Where are you?

[passio]

I’m on the beach. Near the octopus creatures.

[ dextera sends a picture, for reference… the octopi are definitely having more fun than he is, at this point. ]

[graftage]

[...............Those sure are amorous octopi.]

[Whatever! He's bringing a couple of towels over. Here comes your savior for all your weird problems, Dextera. He waves at him with a free hand.]

Hey! Is it still happening?

[passio]

[ look at this! towels! dextera waves back, but the movement makes it obvious that the dark parts on his shirt aren’t just unfortunate shadows. he is soaked. ]

It’s happening less… but it’s still going. I’m sorry.

[graftage]

Oh, geez...

[That. Sure is going. He walks up, shaking his head like a parent who's just found their kid messing around in the kitchen with the sugar bag overturned on their head. Without further ado, he's already reaching down to pull the other's shirt up.]

Let me clean you up.

[passio]

H—

[ dextera’s voice seems to cut out entirely when steinbeck, apparently shamelessly, grabs at his shirt. he doesn’t stop it from happening, but the process embarrasses him for how unexpected it is. ]

You— I— it’s gross.

[graftage]

[Just going to start dabbing at his chest like its nothing!! He doesn't want to think about it for more than two seconds, okay, even if it is REALLY WEIRD to just see his chest wet like this.]

It's gross, but hey, I've seen worse. It's fine, Dextera.

[passio]

[ dextera is sure he’s seen worse in some ways, but this is a new level of bodily function. he’s used to many things. just not milk. ]

Um…

[ as embarrassing as it is, though, it’s strangely pleasant to be doted on? he wishes it were over something else. it’s not that his chest is especially sensitive now, it’s just… the natural warmth of being touched and helped by someone else. ]

It’s new for me. I didn’t think I was capable of this.

[graftage]

Well, humans usually can't do this, unless you're like. A pregnant lady.

[Which...he pretty sure he isn't but WHO KNOWS IN THIS PLACE.]

[He draws back the towel and clicks his tongue.]

Man, it's still going, huh...

[passio]

[ dextera is also fairly sure he’s not a pregnant woman, but—things are always changing. ]

It’s too much. I’m sorry.

[ he shouldn’t have let steinbeck come out here. ]

I don’t think… I don’t think it’s contagious. At least.

[graftage]

You shouldn't apologize.

[He says, briskly, because NO, he will NOT allow Dextera to say anything about himself like that.]

Yeah, if I was doin' that, we'd have a problem. [A short sigh.] Maybe lets get you inside where we can get more towels.