ㅤ She... wants to move away. In fact, for a moment, she does, but catlike instinct forces her to stay still in hesitation, ears folding back. She trusts him, for better or worse. Until he touches the ear - then, her tail goes straight up, fuzzing like a rug, and she hisses loudly. "Don't-!"
ㅤ She... wants to move away. In fact, for a moment, she does, but catlike instinct forces her to stay still in hesitation, ears folding back. She trusts him, for better or worse. Until he touches the ear - then, her tail goes straight up, fuzzing like a rug, and she hisses loudly. "Don't-!"
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Well, she knows he wouldn't hurt her. At least not intentionally— even if his teasing is pushing the line.
Fingers scratching behind her ear, trying his best to ease her up.
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ㅤ Again, she wants to move away, but the instinct keeps her still. Her golden eyes twitch annoyedly, but her ears unfurl just a little while he wiggles his digits behind them, and again, Alastor hisses uncontrollably. She feels like a walking contradiction, right now - she hates it,
but she loves it. This curse seems really good at doing that...
Closing in the distance once it seems she won't rip his head off, moving behind her to hug her from behind, his chest pressing against her back all the while he continues to pepper her ear with affection.
And if that wasn't enough, he's burying his face on that mop of pink hair—
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And just to be sure she won't move away. . . His free arm is now wrapping around her waist.
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ㅤ His front comes right up against a tail that's smacking his cheek and neck as it lashes, fluffy and soft in its pink glory - that, and asscheeks large as her head if not larger, thanks to Sage's... Honestly, who knows why Sage did it, maybe she's a closet pervert.