[Yeah, don't think he doesn't notice that, TJ. For that, Psii is going to lower his hand from those dandelion dreads of yours and gently pat your cheek, the yellowblood in him making his palm noticeably warmer than his.]
Thoooth. [There's a particular kind of chirring noise to the sound.] Let it out, man.
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Thoooth. [There's a particular kind of chirring noise to the sound.] Let it out, man.