"I can fly with them, but I rarely do. It's much less of a production to just fly in Pine Devil form. No crinolines to get caught on tree branches or hair to get in my face, you know?"
Dahlia turns slightly, offering him the wing. The membrane is thin but tough and elastic. He'd have to use something pretty sharp to do it any real harm.
"Gee, I didn't even think of that." He's trying not to giggle at the mental image of her spitting hair out of her mouth as she flies over the town. Poor Dahlia! He settles his palm to her wing a bit more firmly, marveling at the slight give to the membrane, a little like the skin of a drum, then curls his fingers around the edge of it. "Guess it would be a lot easier without any clothes on."
Er. That is to say. Radar presses a couple fingers to his mouth, suppressing snickers for a whole other reason this time.
"No, I mean it, though, I really like it," he goes on earnestly once the tiny giggling fit has passed. "All of it. It fits you, y'know? Like -- you're supposed to look like this just as much as you look like you usually."
"I... appreciate that," Dahlia murmurs, softening with sentimentality. This part of her always feels like it's meant to stay buried. A badge of shame. Her ties to him.
But perhaps if Radar likes it... She can tie it to other things instead.
Turning playful again, her azure hands loop around his neck. "And you know, blue really does look good on you."
He settles his arms around her waist, a mischievous smile tilting the corner of his mouth. One hand brushes the base of her tail, maybe on accident. Probably not, though.
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Date: 2025-06-01 11:24 pm (UTC)Dahlia turns slightly, offering him the wing. The membrane is thin but tough and elastic. He'd have to use something pretty sharp to do it any real harm.
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Date: 2025-06-03 03:39 am (UTC)Er. That is to say. Radar presses a couple fingers to his mouth, suppressing snickers for a whole other reason this time.
"No, I mean it, though, I really like it," he goes on earnestly once the tiny giggling fit has passed. "All of it. It fits you, y'know? Like -- you're supposed to look like this just as much as you look like you usually."
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Date: 2025-06-29 05:45 pm (UTC)But perhaps if Radar likes it... She can tie it to other things instead.
Turning playful again, her azure hands loop around his neck. "And you know, blue really does look good on you."
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Date: 2025-07-01 03:00 am (UTC)He settles his arms around her waist, a mischievous smile tilting the corner of his mouth. One hand brushes the base of her tail, maybe on accident. Probably not, though.