[He doesn't care about roughness of sharp nails, just lets his hand be pulled, guided. It's easy to tell what she wants, even before she says it, and almost immediately he's pulling open those clasps. He's more than eager to see what's hidden beneath her clothes, if it's as strange and strangely alluring as the rest of her. Gray skin, blue on gold eyes, darkly blue lips, horns, fangs... what else is alien about her?
As soon as the coat is unclasped he pulls it open and pushes it back, trying to rid her of it all at once. He doesn't want a stitch between him and her. Not a bit.]
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[He doesn't care about roughness of sharp nails, just lets his hand be pulled, guided. It's easy to tell what she wants, even before she says it, and almost immediately he's pulling open those clasps. He's more than eager to see what's hidden beneath her clothes, if it's as strange and strangely alluring as the rest of her. Gray skin, blue on gold eyes, darkly blue lips, horns, fangs... what else is alien about her?
As soon as the coat is unclasped he pulls it open and pushes it back, trying to rid her of it all at once. He doesn't want a stitch between him and her. Not a bit.]