[Cyclonus' shoulder sag at his answer, even though he knows the other can't see it. Good.]
...Thank you.
[He pushes Dreadwing even further forward, as carefully as he can, leaning up to mouth at the side of Dreadwing's helm, knowing this is far too fast, too sudden, but...
He stops once they reach the edge of the berth, and just stops, clearing his vocalizer. The tone in his voice is stern, as usual, but also quiet. His words are more of a suggestion than a command -- even though he he hopes that Dreadwing has learned to be free to object to anything by now.]
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...Thank you.
[He pushes Dreadwing even further forward, as carefully as he can, leaning up to mouth at the side of Dreadwing's helm, knowing this is far too fast, too sudden, but...
He stops once they reach the edge of the berth, and just stops, clearing his vocalizer. The tone in his voice is stern, as usual, but also quiet. His words are more of a suggestion than a command -- even though he he hopes that Dreadwing has learned to be free to object to anything by now.]
Down... on your knees.