[That tentacle decided to take things from a surface-level expedition to some deep spelunking underneath Tim's shirt. Since Tim's such an accommodating husband, he figured that he would just help that tentacle out and take the whole shirt off, and then it wouldn't even have to go spelunking. There's just all that dorito chest available to it, though, unfortunately, not quite as beefy a dorito as he used to be.]
[He climbed onto the bed with his octo-husband, tucking his legs underneath him in a manner that had been completely unavailable to him when he'd been half-cow. And he had feet!Toes, even! He could wiggle them, and, in fact, did so. Sure, there were more fins and webbing on his legs than usual, but that was fine.]
Yeah, not as much as I would've liked, y'know? [He pet one of the tentacles as it made its way around his torso, like he'd idly pet a cat.] It's also kinda nice that I'm not eight feet tall with three faces, too. It's just a personal preference.
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Date: 2020-05-12 04:12 am (UTC)[He climbed onto the bed with his octo-husband, tucking his legs underneath him in a manner that had been completely unavailable to him when he'd been half-cow. And he had feet! Toes, even! He could wiggle them, and, in fact, did so. Sure, there were more fins and webbing on his legs than usual, but that was fine.]
Yeah, not as much as I would've liked, y'know? [He pet one of the tentacles as it made its way around his torso, like he'd idly pet a cat.] It's also kinda nice that I'm not eight feet tall with three faces, too. It's just a personal preference.