[ Alex doesn't pull away. When Sayori touches him, though, she can hear a deep intake of breath. He doesn't turn to see her, yet.
The shoulder Sayori doesn't touch is occupied by Beaky, who is preoccupied preening his hair, like a good bird. Her human's distressed. She'll do what she can. She glances at Sayori and clicks her beak gently. This is good. This is good for her to be here.
...However, it doesn't seem like he's going to say something. Not yet, at least. What to say, what-- ]
I really didn't wanna hide it. [ Ah. Maybe starting there. Maybe-- ] I jus' didn' wanna think about it.
[ His voice is all air, no substance. Like it's impossible for him to force sound through his throat. ]
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The shoulder Sayori doesn't touch is occupied by Beaky, who is preoccupied preening his hair, like a good bird. Her human's distressed. She'll do what she can. She glances at Sayori and clicks her beak gently. This is good. This is good for her to be here.
...However, it doesn't seem like he's going to say something. Not yet, at least. What to say, what-- ]
I really didn't wanna hide it. [ Ah. Maybe starting there. Maybe-- ] I jus' didn' wanna think about it.
[ His voice is all air, no substance. Like it's impossible for him to force sound through his throat. ]