[It's weirdly, almost particularly Betan in the incredibly smooth, natural way Bel's hands go from amorous to merely taking comfort. They lace behind Miles back as they close their eyes, trying to settle everything this little taste had stirred.]
No. You're going to eat first. Give your orders, do your rounds, because I'm not letting you out for a whole cycle.
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No. You're going to eat first. Give your orders, do your rounds, because I'm not letting you out for a whole cycle.