Kuntel: Sheesh, can I not be romantic without your stomach in the way? *He shakes his head.* *** *Sanguine comes up for air.* Sanguine: You good, or should I keep going?
OOC: I can take either one. Kuntel: Well eeeeexcuuuuuuse me for having hopes and dreams! Besides, I wasn't serious! *He crosses his arms and stocks his tongue out playfully.*
Future Sang: I mean... it's free in the Federation so... *He shrugs.* Future Sanguine: Anyway, Julia! College talk! *** Kuntel: Uhm... okayy. *He looks at Krystal.* Kuntel, mouthing: You hang up.
Future Sanguine, quiet and confused: You can always get them made bigger...? *He tilts his head at her.* *** Kuntel: My bet is that were already too late. *He crosses his arms and nods sagely.* Kuntel: And why did you think I wasn't going to use protection?
Future Sanguine: Whisper it in my ear, then. *He blinks at her.* *** Kuntel: Maybe I do want another set of twins... *He crosses his arms.* Kuntel: And yes. *** Ragnar: Doooo iiiiit llllllaaaaaateeeeerrrrr! *He snuggles into them.*
Kuntel: Why do you not want me to be where I am? *He blinks at Deunan's statement.* *** Future Sanguine: What is it? *He tilts his head.* *** Ragnar: Then don't get up?
Kuntel: I know... I'm not the best at this... *He looks around, then opens his mouth.* Kuntel: You wanna ha- *Ring from comm.* Kuntel: Oh... *He picks it up and answers.*
Kuntel: That's how your magic works. It's natural, fluent, not attention based like mine. It's like a finger, you don't pay attention to moving your fingers, right?
Kuntel: You just throw an orb of water about yay big. *He shows how big it was with his hands.* Kuntel: All the way over here. *He points to where the orb splashed.*
Kuntel: Shh... don't focus on how it feels, focus on the persuasion. *He watches the orb.* Kuntel: I'll tell you when to stop, and to focus on your hands.
Kuntel: Good... good... *He smiles and keeps going.* Kuntel: If you can, keep going. If not... I want you to focus on your hand and see if you feel the same thing as inside you.