[Maybe they could just spend a while like this, in idle comfort; perhaps they will soon, can crawl back into his bed and forget about the rest of the city and the world for a while again, just be... slow, unlike the rest of this place. A corner of Palamedes' brain feels like it's slightly on fire, the way his changed arm processes touch unlike anything he's used to- Choso's hair feels different, new, and his train of thought runs away with the rest; how different would Choso's skin feel, will he let him touch him, and for how long? He'd already mentioned holding his 'hand,' so—
Well, there's so much to think about. The rapid-fire questions about his own new arm run rampant into the simple pleasure of being held like this; the psychometry diverts from both, can maybe clear his head for a moment or two.
And he would like to know. From what little he's picked up from what Choso doesn't say, he could take a guess; but no matter the answer he would like to know, the same way it felt necessary that Choso know about his necromancy. More important than the answer is the element of trust, of connection; outside of an academic context it is a rather intimate and personal thing to know about a person.]
Age, yes. I won't suddenly have visions of all your memories, or anything like that, but I'll know your personal energy signature. Maybe a bit about your insides, that kind of thing; it's actually not dissimilar to an... x-ray, with a bonus. You won't feel it.
[He only needs a second; they're already touching. He turns his head- barely, in this configuration- to press nose and mouth into Choso's hair, affectionate.]
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Well, there's so much to think about. The rapid-fire questions about his own new arm run rampant into the simple pleasure of being held like this; the psychometry diverts from both, can maybe clear his head for a moment or two.
And he would like to know. From what little he's picked up from what Choso doesn't say, he could take a guess; but no matter the answer he would like to know, the same way it felt necessary that Choso know about his necromancy. More important than the answer is the element of trust, of connection; outside of an academic context it is a rather intimate and personal thing to know about a person.]
Age, yes. I won't suddenly have visions of all your memories, or anything like that, but I'll know your personal energy signature. Maybe a bit about your insides, that kind of thing; it's actually not dissimilar to an... x-ray, with a bonus. You won't feel it.
[He only needs a second; they're already touching. He turns his head- barely, in this configuration- to press nose and mouth into Choso's hair, affectionate.]
I would like to; I'll do it now?