Glancing up from her workbench, a shaft of sunlight bouncing off the honey coloured streaks of her hair, she was the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eye on. ‘What was it that was so enchanting about her?’ He mused silently to himself. Was it her long soft hair? Or the way she seemed to slide instead of walk? Her long slender limbs? Or the way the fork in her tongue was so noticeable when she got excited? Or perhaps it was the way both her heads would tilt in opposite directions when she was concentrating, like now. ‘Ok’, he thought to himself, ‘ it’s now or never’. Clearing his throats, he timidly planted one sucker filled tentacle into the room.
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