A broad abroad.

Though that doesn't preclude the possibility that there's further schemes in mind. Machinations in the machine. Irons, as they say, in the fire.

...also would it actually be possible for you to summon me? like, is that really a thing?

And I suppose there's a certain degree of wanting to get you so flustered, or perhaps so well-fucked, that you turn into a puddle of cute little bunny-grunts and huffy flustered noises. Terezi wants to record it, of course, for future enjoyment.

does it actually feel nice to be a bunny girl?

All the better to smell good girlstink, says Terezi. As for your question - I've dabbled in it privately, and the answer is yes, it's great. You haven't lived until you get your foot a-thumping in delight over having your plush ears rubbed.

i may have even suggested it myself! or maybe we were just on the same wavelength. because, again, i know you. ;p

Though that doesn't preclude the possibility that there's further schemes in mind. Machinations in the machine. Irons, as they say, in the fire.

does it actually feel nice to be a bunny girl?

All the better to smell good girlstink, says Terezi. As for your question - I've dabbled in it privately, and the answer is yes, it's great. You haven't lived until you get your foot a-thumping in delight over having your plush ears rubbed.

You, in an hour or two: "Being a bunny is fine actually. You should try it."

You, in an hour or two: "Being a bunny is fine actually. You should try it."

Hmmmn... I do hate to gild the lily, you're already lovely. Though... my own wording gives me an idea; perhaps I can find something fun to dabble in... with as much permanence or impermanence as you wish it to have. With pride for your growth and recovery, and the spirit of a bit of teasing - I grant you, my dear, a stylish, glittering golden hue to your most sensitive of places - the spaces between your legs, the peaks of your chest, and so on, and any scars or mars you may wish equally adorned. My lovely kintsugi counterpart.

TT: Did... did you make my vagina glow?

Hmmmn... I do hate to gild the lily, you're already lovely. Though... my own wording gives me an idea; perhaps I can find something fun to dabble in... with as much permanence or impermanence as you wish it to have. With pride for your growth and recovery, and the spirit of a bit of teasing - I grant you, my dear, a stylish, glittering golden hue to your most sensitive of places - the spaces between your legs, the peaks of your chest, and so on, and any scars or mars you may wish equally adorned. My lovely kintsugi counterpart.

TT: Did... did you make my vagina glow?

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