[in general, people don't weigh a lot to janus. when you can hoist nearly half a ton around, because a harpy's stronger than a human and a hunter will be stronger than their harpy, too, any of your standard assortment of bones and muscles and hair and clothing aren't going to be much. rafa's smaller than most, fits tidy on their lap. they wonder at his secrets. how it came to be he can walk in the sun.
but he's still cool to touch, and it's more marked as janus' skin grows warmer. they wonder, but they don't think too hard about it really— distractions at hand, like the way rafa's little palm conforms to their cheek, how soft his eyes look. it'd be a sight that people would joke might make a good death, if the fangs came next in the dark.] I like it more than I like chocolate, [they tell him truthfully, smiling,] which I never got the infamous effects from, anyway.
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but he's still cool to touch, and it's more marked as janus' skin grows warmer. they wonder, but they don't think too hard about it really— distractions at hand, like the way rafa's little palm conforms to their cheek, how soft his eyes look. it'd be a sight that people would joke might make a good death, if the fangs came next in the dark.] I like it more than I like chocolate, [they tell him truthfully, smiling,] which I never got the infamous effects from, anyway.