Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

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Kindle felt dumb when he realized he hadn't really wondered. Now he was wondering, though, even as Treepie answered the question unasked. His throat felt dry, and he stared at her for a moment, a charged silence stretching between them.

"I'd like for us to get to know each other," he replied, slowly, intending to answer the words at their face value. But that was not how he'd taken them.

Oh, he thought to himself, we're gonna fuck.

He came a little closer, carefully cataloguing her scent. There was a buzzing in his ears and under his skin that kept him from hearing any beating of her heart, even with his superb ears. But he could see other signs of her nerves, and it amplified his eagerness along with plenty of nerves of his own.

"How do you wanna start?" he asked her. "Question for question?" He'd even let her go first.