[ Sam's laughter is echoed in a bloom of warmth across their mental link, the playful tugging of a summer breeze. His breathing slows, though, falling naturally into a rhythm of steady, deep breathing as his fingers lace through Shiro's. They can take a moment here to ground themselves, to get centered for the upcoming competition. To take a moment for something that's real, not a part of their cover.
It's a few minutes later that Sam lets go to pull out a pin of red and blue feathers held together with ribbon, and tie it to the front of Shiro's robes. ]
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( Something like that. )
[ Sam's laughter is echoed in a bloom of warmth across their mental link, the playful tugging of a summer breeze. His breathing slows, though, falling naturally into a rhythm of steady, deep breathing as his fingers lace through Shiro's. They can take a moment here to ground themselves, to get centered for the upcoming competition. To take a moment for something that's real, not a part of their cover.
It's a few minutes later that Sam lets go to pull out a pin of red and blue feathers held together with ribbon, and tie it to the front of Shiro's robes. ]