(It's been a gradual development, but at this point it's pretty safe to say that the way he feels about her is describable as love. Not that he's thinking of it in words at this point, but the feeling is most certainly there.)
Edie's paying more attention to his nocioceptors than the subtle change in how he sees her at the moment. But she's going to notice eventually...
Oh. There it is.
"Ah," she gasps, her first vocalization in a good while at this point. Her mind explodes in a brief but violent burst of (itself and everything she's been doing).
Speaking of feedback loops—the increased intensity naturally has certain effects on him, one of which is a soaring rush of intense emotion, affection mingled with raw sensory enjoyment.
There is a fruit tree right there. She can't quite recall where the original piece of fruit rolled off to but there is another one right there. Pluck. Nom.
...So very, very good. He is so very good at what he does.
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(It's been a gradual development, but at this point it's pretty safe to say that the way he feels about her is describable as love. Not that he's thinking of it in words at this point, but the feeling is most certainly there.)
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Oh. There it is.
"Ah," she gasps, her first vocalization in a good while at this point. Her mind explodes in a brief but violent burst of (itself and everything she's been doing).
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There is a fruit tree right there. She can't quite recall where the original piece of fruit rolled off to but there is another one right there. Pluck. Nom.
...So very, very good. He is so very good at what he does.
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Snuggles.
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