[ there's a wriggling annoyance that after throwing herself after him again and again, she's getting a much better response by touching these. he eases into the flat of her hand and she combs into his hair, so her index finger rubs against where the base meets his skull. it's a silky blurring of fur and hair and maybe she'll just. keep massaging there. if he's going to be so compliant in her hand.
this went from panic to hot too quickly.
anyway.
once she's had her hand pulled away from his face to, she only has the tail to play with. which she more than idly pets as he speaks - an eye always flickering when it twitches. Nero stretches around, trying to see how and where it emerges from his back and pants. or, to be fair, if there were any other changes to his person. ]
Surely more than card games must have happened. You truly can't recall?
[ but then Robin flinches. and grimacing lips pull back to show more white points than just the canines - and Nero snaps backwards. reflex. he's Robin, there's nothing in him that could harm her, no matter what he's been cursed by. she'd sooner be at risk from these beer cans than from him. but still. she'd come to know that mouth rather well and to see danger in it... ]
Well! I will certainly assist you in that quest! [ she stands with determination. puts a hand back on top of his head in a friendly pat pat, and then marches off towards the kitchen sink. ] Any damage done to you I will consider damage inflicted upon me as well- and we shall find the villain and demand recourse! [ first, though. she runs a rag under cold water and returns to push it onto his forehead. less able to hunt evil when he's about to puke.
it certainly is a large tail. how much control over it does he have? the toes of her boots nudge it and she jumps a bit at the response. as he'd accused her of, Nero preferred cats to dogs - but where did foxes fall in that dichotomy? more towards cats, she considered, watching the way his ears would twitch and rise to tall, sharp points.
this probably makes him another few inches taller than her. hmf. unfair. ]
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this went from panic to hot too quickly.
anyway.
once she's had her hand pulled away from his face to, she only has the tail to play with. which she more than idly pets as he speaks - an eye always flickering when it twitches. Nero stretches around, trying to see how and where it emerges from his back and pants. or, to be fair, if there were any other changes to his person. ]
Surely more than card games must have happened. You truly can't recall?
[ but then Robin flinches. and grimacing lips pull back to show more white points than just the canines - and Nero snaps backwards. reflex. he's Robin, there's nothing in him that could harm her, no matter what he's been cursed by. she'd sooner be at risk from these beer cans than from him. but still. she'd come to know that mouth rather well and to see danger in it... ]
Well! I will certainly assist you in that quest! [ she stands with determination. puts a hand back on top of his head in a friendly pat pat, and then marches off towards the kitchen sink. ] Any damage done to you I will consider damage inflicted upon me as well- and we shall find the villain and demand recourse! [ first, though. she runs a rag under cold water and returns to push it onto his forehead. less able to hunt evil when he's about to puke.
it certainly is a large tail. how much control over it does he have? the toes of her boots nudge it and she jumps a bit at the response. as he'd accused her of, Nero preferred cats to dogs - but where did foxes fall in that dichotomy? more towards cats, she considered, watching the way his ears would twitch and rise to tall, sharp points.
this probably makes him another few inches taller than her. hmf. unfair. ]