09-07-2018, 01:34 AM
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Rather than do so quietly their thoughts seemed to turn within a similar direction to Hyoyeon, though Harland held no problem with acting upon it as she seemed to, held back by something the child lacked. Shuffling a little closer they held no problem with reaching out, trying to gently brush the stranger's side with a small paw, the desire to see if he felt as soft as he looked pushing them to try it at least once.
Rather than do so quietly their thoughts seemed to turn within a similar direction to Hyoyeon, though Harland held no problem with acting upon it as she seemed to, held back by something the child lacked. Shuffling a little closer they held no problem with reaching out, trying to gently brush the stranger's side with a small paw, the desire to see if he felt as soft as he looked pushing them to try it at least once.