[ He lets himself fall with him, leaning forward to nuzzle him with a gentle appreciation. His neck (still bruised in lighter browns and purple, but mostly well on the way to healed up now) brushing against Floyd's own. ]
I look forward to it.
[ For emphasis one of his legs throws itself over Floyd's, hooking his ankle between them to trap it between his own. It might not be the same as how they hold their tails together underwater, but he admits there is something nice to feeling so entangled. ]
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I look forward to it.
[ For emphasis one of his legs throws itself over Floyd's, hooking his ankle between them to trap it between his own. It might not be the same as how they hold their tails together underwater, but he admits there is something nice to feeling so entangled. ]