"Spicy...?" Spicy was a flavour, right? Tenta knew about flavours but didn't really understand because, well, they had no sense of taste. They felt things in their hands and against their face and teeth, but after that food was just. In them. Gone. Infinitely compressed.
The brief thought was cut even briefer because then SK was touching their head tentacles, and Tenta's blush spread even more. Things generally felt cool against their head tentacles, since their glowy redness came with a lot of internal heat, but SK's hands just felt really nice. They gently wrapped the marshmallow-squishy tentacles around the half-drow's hands, lightly holding them back, and beamed.
"I have hands too!" They weren't warm, though, nor as squishy. Just as squishy as their face, but without the risk of eating things. Their arms and hands were intact and had no openings to infinite darkness. Tenta showed SK their hands, tiny and delicate, and then snuggled against the half-drow.
The brief thought was cut even briefer because then SK was touching their head tentacles, and Tenta's blush spread even more. Things generally felt cool against their head tentacles, since their glowy redness came with a lot of internal heat, but SK's hands just felt really nice. They gently wrapped the marshmallow-squishy tentacles around the half-drow's hands, lightly holding them back, and beamed.
"I have hands too!" They weren't warm, though, nor as squishy. Just as squishy as their face, but without the risk of eating things. Their arms and hands were intact and had no openings to infinite darkness. Tenta showed SK their hands, tiny and delicate, and then snuggled against the half-drow.
