[Oh, huh. Dave holds onto his newfound sexual enlightenment for a moment before letting it go to examine this new thought, this pink and admirable creature.]
That's... [His feelings say something he doesn't quite have a concrete concept for, something feminine and soothing and assured. And good at hugs. Mom, say his feelings, though what comes out is:] Roxy? That's what she's like?
[It tugs at that thread of lilac in him, a thin shell of smooth, forbidding crystal around light and laughter and fierce affection, fierce need. Love, Rose loves so much and she's so clumsy with it like she never is with anything else.]
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That's... [His feelings say something he doesn't quite have a concrete concept for, something feminine and soothing and assured. And good at hugs. Mom, say his feelings, though what comes out is:] Roxy? That's what she's like?
[It tugs at that thread of lilac in him, a thin shell of smooth, forbidding crystal around light and laughter and fierce affection, fierce need. Love, Rose loves so much and she's so clumsy with it like she never is with anything else.]