• booty [he/him]
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      3 months ago

      As a mayoman myself, honestly that's just how it is sometimes. Like drunk octopi we randomly shift between the color of marshmallow and the color of a delicate rose, with the occasional dip into angry grape territory

      • the_itsb [she/her, comrade/them]
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        3 months ago

        ugh, sometimes with random fucking patches of color 😑 love being covered in blotches if I'm a little too warm or feeling strong emotion, and the absolute best is getting the bright red muzzle when I cry