"They feel different to me, too. Shorter, somehow." He pulls a hand out from under Alfred's shirt to study his rounded off nails with a thoughtful hum. "But if they still feel good to you, I may do this more often." Honestly, he'd do anything that Alfred asked. Even if it meant filing off his nails every night, he would. He could adjust.
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Date: 2022-02-07 01:06 am (UTC)He would miss his nails, but he could do it.