[the way it's described is still confusing to him, but Zel's too scared to ask for better detail. his imagination would run far, far away with that until he could get in front of a mirror.
his eyes nearly close when Emery's hand draws near, and he braces for the slightest chance he could feel how gently his fingers graze his skin.
...nothing. as usual. that's...probably a good thing, but still.]
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his eyes nearly close when Emery's hand draws near, and he braces for the slightest chance he could feel how gently his fingers graze his skin.
...nothing. as usual. that's...probably a good thing, but still.]
...I don't feel anything. [good or bad.]