"Because you're tempting your subscribers to send in donations that end in '67'?"
Kinda like the conspicuous donation that just came in from 2Pory2Torrie for 5067 pokedollars!
"At the risk of being too forward, I think they look great! Then again, I'm firmly in the camp that thinks all sizes and shapes are wonderful, so maybe I'm biased!"
Torrie's grinning sheepishly.
"Oh! I'd be quite happy to - I've been told I'm nice to cuddle with, especially thanks to my tail!"
So, without much hesitation, Torrie accepted her invitation, crawling into bed next to her...
"At the risk of making a very crass joke *and* making you roll your eyes at a historical relic like a Porygon2... where *else* do you expect people want to upload a giant packet of DNA data, silly?"
He's giggling like crazy. Hopefully the future paradox appreciates it too!
"Maybe? But consider how *tasty* it is! The joy of biting into a fresh mago pokepuff is hard to turn down, y'know!"
He grinned.
"Plus, we don't really have an idea what the future's food will be like! Well, those of us whose native time is now, anyways..."
"Oooh, what sort?"
Torrie had a weird knack for showing up unexpectedly, and that was manifesting now. Granted, if it was mago, pecha, or drash berries, he was probably lured in by his sweet tooth...
There was a dreamy look on Torrie's face.
"Mallory thinks my eyes are pretty with her spiral colors..."
She'd find that he's incredibly susceptible to suggestion and mental manipulation...
The spirals were actively reflected in Torrie's eyes, and when she said to speak, there was no hesitation.
"I want her to hold me down with her tentacles and ride my face until I pass out from oxygen loss..."
How convenient, then, that her most diligent tech support employee is happy to do so!
Oh, and look at that, he's already underneath her desk working on something else... but mistress Jacinthe wouldn't begrudge him for taking a short break for a snack, right...?