[ he has full permission to not just play sweet and innocent, so Muffin very shortly gets to see, hear, and touch, up close, as Angie leans in and murmurs--]
And what does he do with his salvaged flowers, I wonder?
[ a delicate hand splays flat against Muffin's chest, applying pressure just short of a squeeze. ] Press them? Pluck them?
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And what does he do with his salvaged flowers, I wonder?
[ a delicate hand splays flat against Muffin's chest, applying pressure just short of a squeeze. ] Press them? Pluck them?
[ turns coyly away~~☆ ]
Hang them out to dry~?