[Robert follows rather closely, making a point of sticking close to Don. Naked, his body heat is a lot easier to discern - for obvious reasons, since he isn't covered by several layers of fabric - and he takes advantage of this by pressing his slender form into Don's sides, cautiously stroking his shell in little patterns that mimic the ones on the smooth surface.
... His shell is really beautiful, actually. Maybe it isn't flawless - nothing in nature is flawless, really - but it has a weathered beauty reminiscent of some craggy surface, like an oceanside cliff face.]
... Y-You're so beautiful, Don... [He murmurs this while tracing Don's carapace with slow tenderness.
It doesn't even occur to Robert how strange this might sound to an outsider, or even to Don himself.]
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... His shell is really beautiful, actually. Maybe it isn't flawless - nothing in nature is flawless, really - but it has a weathered beauty reminiscent of some craggy surface, like an oceanside cliff face.]
... Y-You're so beautiful, Don... [He murmurs this while tracing Don's carapace with slow tenderness.
It doesn't even occur to Robert how strange this might sound to an outsider, or even to Don himself.]