Originally Posted by
Grif
Silverpine glanced his own flared wings and cringed a little. "Uhh... yeah... umm... I think we need a private moment for these..." He quickly dragged Sandy out from under the table, wings and all, and into a convenient bush nearby. He propped Sandy the right way up and gave a nervous chuckle. "So, yeah. Umm, you could try dumping cold water over yourself. That always helps... though it won't be helping much if you keep thinking about... yeah." Turned out, Silverpine still managed to retain a vestige of his former reluctance for PDAs, despite Gearstride's best efforts.