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Pink leans emself against the doorway leading into the room, eir tentacles slightly curling around em and drooping in a mimicry of a wilting flower as ey look in towards eir partner with a small smile.
"...Daisy, dear?"
Icelandic hums softly, looking towards em; concerned but awaiting to hear what ey have to say. "Er eitthvað að, elskan?"
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"Is something wrong, dear?"
Ey shake eir head, keeping the small smile on eir face but refusing to move closer to her. "No, no. Nothing of the sort. I simply...had a bit of a question for you." She relaxes slightly hearing nothing is wrong. "Hvað var það sem þú vildir spyrja um?"2
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"What is it you wanted to ask about?"
Pink speaks softer, voice laced with trepidation when ey next speak. "...how would you feel about another kit?"
Icelandic chokes on her tea, coughing at the question in her surprise; perhaps it was a poor choice on her part to drink her tea before ey'd asked. Pink shrinks in on emselves, akin to a wilted flower even more in eir anxious state. "....my apologies for asking such a thing, especially after our...former conversation before Aster. Please ignore I asked."
Shaking her head once her throats cleared, Icelandic holds a hand out towards em. "Nei, nei; það er allt í lagi, Orkidea. Komdu hingað?"3
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"No, no; it's ok, Orkidea. Come here?"
When ey make no move to leave the door frame, she smiles softly adding on a "...vinsamlegast?"4 before ey sigh, slowly making eir way towards her. Taking her hand in eirs, ey keep eir head tilted down. Smiling softly, she pulls em up onto her lap, holding em gently as she purrs as quietly as she can; unable to stop herself.
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"...please?"
Her complete focus is on her partner.
"Langar þig í annað barn?"5 She asks softly, smiling at em. Ey chitter quietly in response. "Ahem...I wanted to see if it was possible to have a kit myself with the use of magic...I have yet to do the research to see if it would be...possible or not." Her tail starts to wag at eir answer.
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"Do you want another little?
"...lítið blóm?"6 Icelandic squeaks, the idea making her heart warm at the idea of such a precious thing.
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"...a little flower?"
Chittering back to her, Pink gives her a small nod. "...yes. A little flower, if it would be alright with you." Looking up towards her, ey give a small smile back to her own excitement. "And if it is possible, of course, dear."
Icelandic leans her head down towards Pink's, happily pressing a kiss to eir head as they chitter, laughing softly now that ey’re less anxious about having asked. "Já. Já við litlu blómi, öðru litlu."7
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"Yes. Yes to a little flower, another little."
Purring softly back, Pink presses eir face up into hers to nuzzle her happily, her face tinting blue at eir affections. "....thank you, my Sigríður." Icelandic's rumbled purring grows louder, the spines of her tail clinking as they hit things nearby from her continued wagging.