“There’s more to someone than just their appearance.” Shimazaki pushed off the work table and approached Satō close by, holding up a hand in invitation for one of her tendrils. Those, unlike her mouth, were perfectly harmless…as long as it wasn’t crushing one’s windpipe.
“How someone walks…how someone smells…how someone speaks…it paints a picture immediately.” When Satō’s tendril touched his finger, a pleasant zap of energy connected them. “That’s not including my powers. I can’t see your facial features, but I can feel you everywhere. Your body. Your outline. Your plants. Even you’re not in front of me.”
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Date: 2024-05-17 08:43 pm (UTC)“How someone walks…how someone smells…how someone speaks…it paints a picture immediately.” When Satō’s tendril touched his finger, a pleasant zap of energy connected them. “That’s not including my powers. I can’t see your facial features, but I can feel you everywhere. Your body. Your outline. Your plants. Even you’re not in front of me.”