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<CROSS>ya boi is afk atm but ill be sure to hit you up when i get this!
Date: 28 Jul 2023 02:24 am (UTC)

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Okay, okay, okay.

[Maya clears her throat and straightens up too, fighting off her giggles to start him over from the beginning.]

Now, from the top of your ears to that red kelpie hair..

[She details each part of him, admiring how the bare glimpse of morning starts to catch in the more translucent parts of his kelp, making him look like a vinyl figure.]

Down to your shoulders, and your collarbones... Your upper arms, your elbows, and now your hands...

[She moves her fingers in his, rubbing her thumbs over each joint to help guide his awareness. She's so tempted to tease and tickle him and ruin it all, but— she's supposed to be helping! Clearly she can make him smile like that again later.]

From your chest... to your stomach, to your hips.
Date: 28 Jul 2023 06:52 am (UTC)

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From: [personal profile] missleadingquestions
[As if she can sense his hesitation, Maya takes her hands out of his and places them on Hanna's... 'hips'. She closes her own eyes to better imagine without being distracted by his horso, and places her palms flat on his haunches.]

Your hips. They're just like you remember. Attached to just two... horse's leg's. Just two of 'em. Right down to two, big, powerful hooves.

That can stand on their own.

And don't need no back legs.
Date: 5 Sep 2023 06:08 am (UTC)

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From: [personal profile] missleadingquestions
[Whether it helps or not, Maya can't resist a laugh. It's so soft and clear and close... though it would probably be a lot closer if he could just get back in his own body!]

That's right. You tell 'em.

[She rubs her thumbs against his fingers, an attempt at comfort as much as it is an attempt to ground him.]

One hoof, two hooves... hoofs?? Hooves? Whatever. You only need two of 'em.

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