[ —that's better. he can't even oof, she just feels . . . like a little thing. it feels like he should be in her shoes, not the other way around. sharon has by now buried herself in golden plumage by his face, and falco has built the courage to be able to support her with an open hand from behind, covering the entirety of her back like he'd try to cup a butterfly. ]
Just a little bit . . . Like this is good. I-I've got you, this way— [ he doesn't exactly treat it as "a little bit". ] I'm scared I'll stay this way, Miss Sharon.
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Just a little bit . . . Like this is good. I-I've got you, this way— [ he doesn't exactly treat it as "a little bit". ] I'm scared I'll stay this way, Miss Sharon.