Moonspear boys doin' the twist.

As Liffey fell silent to contemplate their future, Rannoch was blissfully unaware of where her mind was wandering. Unlike Liffey, Rannoch had yet to feel the instinctual pull of his blossoming sexual maturity. Given his age, it was only a matter of time before Rannoch would begin to feel such yearnings and he would soon find himself in the same position as Liffey. 

When she answered him, he felt a wave of profound passion overcome him, and he quickly adhered to her embrace. Rannoch sighed with content and brought his nose to her cheek, as he thought of where their journey together had brought them and where it would go from here. In his reflecting, a thought stuck out from the rest and compelled him to consider it at length. 

When Rannoch resolved what he had debated, he opened his mouth to begin to speak. But as he attempted to usher forth an opening statement, Rannoch found himself suddenly fearing what could potentially happen in the following minutes. His jaws snapped closed at his sudden anxiety, and he licked his chops nervously as he took a moment to assure himself that it would work out.  
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"Hey, Liffey," he began clumsily as he attempted to combat his nerves, "there's something I've wanted to talk to you about."