(he makes a pleased hum, arms coming to loop around parrots neck.) *oh, bet that felt so good. bet you looked good doing it, mm ... wish i was there. 😕
(his tail tries to tug parrot closer, tightening its hold on his wrist. if spoke sees through his facade, he doesn't comment on it.) c'mon, tell me, tell me! please, parrot?
*that makes him shift back, even if just a little bit, to avoid their faces from pressing together. biting his lip, parrot tries to put on a brave face and not give in, though it's a lost cause.
“ *what are you even saying, bro... ”
'course it does! c'mon, tell me, please? you can't refuse this face! (spoke leans in to get close and personal, tail swinging before wrapping around one of parrot's wrist.)
“ . . . does it matter? ”
refusing to take a step backwards, a slight frown now impossible to hide despite his prior determination to not let his feelings show. what does spoke even get out of this? he doesn't know.