[ Muffin's paralyzed, but at some point, as Quetzal watches in rapt fascination one could even call a trance, it becomes clear he sure isn't-- because he, perhaps subconsciously, rubs the pads of his fingers on his own thigh, back-forth, back-forth...
One may realize it's a match for the pattern of motion a certain someone is creating, in his memory. ]
FINALLY FOUND MY DRAFT FOR THIS
One may realize it's a match for the pattern of motion a certain someone is creating, in his memory. ]