Desco slides free from Otoha's shoulder, grabs the offered plate of cake, and extrudes one tentacle from her back to grab a fork.
As she spears a surprisingly small piece of cake on the end of the fork and delicately moves it past her razor-sharp teeth, her tail starts to curve upwards in a way that it really shouldn't be capable of until the very tip of it comes into contact with Desco's back, forming a semicircle. When that happens, the broad base of her tail shivers and breaks off, leaving behind a small triangular stub as both her tail and the tentacle she extruded are sucked into the gaping void on her back with an audible slurping sound.
Desco, naturally, has been paying attention to none of this and currently has one claw resting on her cheek, fork sticking out from between two of them, as she swoons over the taste of the birthday cake.
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As she spears a surprisingly small piece of cake on the end of the fork and delicately moves it past her razor-sharp teeth, her tail starts to curve upwards in a way that it really shouldn't be capable of until the very tip of it comes into contact with Desco's back, forming a semicircle. When that happens, the broad base of her tail shivers and breaks off, leaving behind a small triangular stub as both her tail and the tentacle she extruded are sucked into the gaping void on her back with an audible slurping sound.
Desco, naturally, has been paying attention to none of this and currently has one claw resting on her cheek, fork sticking out from between two of them, as she swoons over the taste of the birthday cake.