Northstar Vale five car garage

if at any point in del's life someone would suggest to him that a girl would approach him and offer herself to him like this, he would have laughed himself to tears. and queenie of all people -- they're close, but! in a clearer state of mind he would have a thousand things to say: didn't we agree kids aren't for us, for starters, and you know i'm in love with someone else, and also not very into women, for another. 

unfortunately, clearheaded delight is on vacation. hormone-muddled depression delight is the one that's here, and he takes a step closer, eyes wide in alarm. "no no, don't go," he says, "i was just -- surprised." has queenie always had such pretty eyes? such sleek, shiny fur? isn't gender a construct, anyway? clearing his throat again, the morwinyon presses closer slightly, his movements delicate and flitting. "this is what leaders do, right?" he's half-asking for reassurance, half agreeing with her as he gently touches his nose against her shoulder, should she let him. he's not a virgin, but he's never... with a girl, like this.

but if it's for tindome, he'll do it.