Hushed Willows you're my devil, you're my angel

When Chalky began to sniff and prod him, Tambourine held still and let him. He giggled a little when the little boy's snout tickled along the slope of his chest. "Hey!" he squeaked indignantly, flinching away but smiling all the while. His small companion looked a little bewildered. "Sorry, it tickled!" Tambourine quickly apologized, mistaking Chalky's confusion for unhappiness over Tambourine's reaction to his touches.

To make it up to the younger boy, Tambourine bent forward and licked a stripe from the tip of Chalky's nose, up between his eyes to the top of his head. "I like you, Chalky," he declared. "I can't wait until you can talk and stuff. Maybe I can teach you?" He squinted curiously at the Sigma's face. "Can you say Tam? Taaammmmm?"