Tongues

I’ve mentioned before Aloysius’s distaste for normal expressions of affection, and so to appease my need for normal human physical interaction, he has taken to coming up with interesting alternatives. Let’s just say I’m not quite as fond of his offerings, as I would be to, say, a simple kiss. Most recently he has tried to assure me that his new methods are accepted in other cultures and that I should embrace them. And so, after repeated “testing” in more private settings, Aloysius decided his novel displays needed to be debuted, which left us sitting at our local beer house when he looked over and gave me a knowing glance. Guessing what he was thinking, I said aloud “No, I do not want to touch tongues with you.” Our friends, knowing us well, simply looked on.

It should be noted that touching tongues doesn’t resemble any sort of sensual kissing. He simply wishes me to “poke my little tongue out”, so that he may touch it briefly with his own.

It feels like worms.

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