Yeah, the sudden increased comfort with physical proximity hasn't exactly escaped Sunshine's notice. Jury's still out on whether she finds it a little off-putting in a 'who are you and what have you done with the real Topher' sort of way, or whether it's just nice to see him not acting like a small, twitchy forest creature. Maybe this is the real Topher. Gods. Better get off that train of thought, or she's just going to be depressed all over this new and improved clearing he's conjured up.
"Well," she says, shifting her focus to Modomnoc, who has crawled up onto her wrist like a fuzzy golden corsage, "the general rules seem to be 'don't touch someone else's animal' and 'don't get separated from yours by more than a couple yards.'"
"It's… not comfortable," Dom supplies. Which is intentionally vague, but also technically accurate.
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"Well," she says, shifting her focus to Modomnoc, who has crawled up onto her wrist like a fuzzy golden corsage, "the general rules seem to be 'don't touch someone else's animal' and 'don't get separated from yours by more than a couple yards.'"
"It's… not comfortable," Dom supplies. Which is intentionally vague, but also technically accurate.