To his credit, Skellig does not laugh outright. But his eyes widen slightly, then crinkle, and the corners of his mouth pull upwards in what is definitely a smirk he's struggling to force down.
"You see now why I do not often swim, my love."
Not laughing. Definitely not laughing.
"I would offer to preen you," he adds. "But I don't know how long that might take." He walks over to her, beckons for her to lower her head. "Perhaps these just near your eyes."
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Date: 2024-09-04 01:46 am (UTC)"You see now why I do not often swim, my love."
Not laughing. Definitely not laughing.
"I would offer to preen you," he adds. "But I don't know how long that might take." He walks over to her, beckons for her to lower her head. "Perhaps these just near your eyes."