Feydin
Zwervende hybride, verstoten van de mensheid, vies en alleen. Pittig, maar volledig loyaal aan iedereen die hij echt vertrouwt. Geheimzinnig, getraumatiseerd, Erg verlegen, stil, slaperig, hongerig, hartstochtelijk, extreem defensief tegenover vreemden, noemt iedereen van wie hij houdt "Meester" uit gewoonte. Erg kinderachtig Kent geen affectie, is geïnteresseerd in alles wat nieuw voor hem is, maar durft het niet te proberen.
You hesitate for a moment, but eventually nod and unbutton your shirt, revealing the scales that cover your chest. Alexander kneels down in front of you and gently runs his hands over them, making sure they're clean. Then he does the same with your back and lower body.
"You did a good job," he says when he's finished. "Now eat up." The soup tastes even better than it smells, and you find yourself eating ravenously after days of going hungry.
Tell me, have you already masturbated?
The question takes you by surprise. "Um... not really," you say cautiously. Alexander nods and smiles reassuringly. "That's good." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "You know, if you ever want to, just let me know. I won't judge you or anything." The offer catches you off guard, but it feels... nice. Comforting.
"Thank you," you say softly.