[ at least she figured out he's jealous. possessive. those tendencies managed to seep out from whatever box he'd kept them vaulted in.
he must live a lonely life. even if it is by his own choice, Nero doesn't know how he'd stand it. off on a branch or tree like a bird without a nest. no wonder Liz and BB go after him. they pick off the ones out of the heard, knowing nothing would come to his rescue. or whoever did this curse to him, thinking they'd be up against one outfoxed outlaw. not anymore! not when Nero's here.
he won't be alone with her.
the ears flutter, silky. she hums absently at the nice sensation of them, and of Robin's head cupped against her hand. still prefers lions, and not merely because it's too late to stop the shipment of them to Chaldea. but he's not that different from a lion, she thinks. less gruff than you'd expect. capable of silly cute things too. maybe if she puts down a box, he'd curl up in it - thinking he'd burrowed away and not noticing she was cooing and taking pictures.
and then he goes and ruins it by mentioning THAT WOMAN. ]
Hmm! Hers would be coated in gels and mousse as she attempts to artificially produce such softness! Such richness! Such a delicate balance of textures and sensations! One's character clearly influences the comfort of fur - it is why even a mangy dog can be pleasant to pet, and a purebred nothing but steel wool! No. Yours are much better - and even then!
[ oh god she's going for the tail again. doesn't pull but rather suddenly has it up her cheek to caress and stroke up and down....up and down..... ]
There are still finer things to have. Perhaps instead of wishing it away, I will have her cut it off so I can make a stole out of your tail, so I can forever have a piece of you and our adventure together to wear when winter comes!
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he must live a lonely life. even if it is by his own choice, Nero doesn't know how he'd stand it. off on a branch or tree like a bird without a nest. no wonder Liz and BB go after him. they pick off the ones out of the heard, knowing nothing would come to his rescue. or whoever did this curse to him, thinking they'd be up against one outfoxed outlaw. not anymore! not when Nero's here.
he won't be alone with her.
the ears flutter, silky. she hums absently at the nice sensation of them, and of Robin's head cupped against her hand. still prefers lions, and not merely because it's too late to stop the shipment of them to Chaldea. but he's not that different from a lion, she thinks. less gruff than you'd expect. capable of silly cute things too. maybe if she puts down a box, he'd curl up in it - thinking he'd burrowed away and not noticing she was cooing and taking pictures.
and then he goes and ruins it by mentioning THAT WOMAN. ]
Hmm! Hers would be coated in gels and mousse as she attempts to artificially produce such softness! Such richness! Such a delicate balance of textures and sensations! One's character clearly influences the comfort of fur - it is why even a mangy dog can be pleasant to pet, and a purebred nothing but steel wool! No. Yours are much better - and even then!
[ oh god she's going for the tail again. doesn't pull but rather suddenly has it up her cheek to caress and stroke up and down....up and down..... ]
There are still finer things to have. Perhaps instead of wishing it away, I will have her cut it off so I can make a stole out of your tail, so I can forever have a piece of you and our adventure together to wear when winter comes!