[ the lack of sarcasm is almost as disorienting as the fuzzy ears. and then redoubles back around to deeper rage at Tamamo-no-Mae. how dare that geisha-wannabe take her Robin away from her!
because Robin might not want to be possessive, but Nero is. not the lion or the cat Robin's teased her, but a dragon with a hoard breathing fire at the interlopers. he's her uncomfortably blurred relationship. not in the way that, she (unconsciously) thinks, that she'd see red if he spoke to a lady. but this its a fundamental change to HER THING. he'd understand: it'd be like if Billy stole and stained his mantle.
but Nero isn't going to think about this beyond the HOW DARE SHE angle of it. and right now it's more important to see some of the regular resigned pain get back into his expression rather than the acute type. so she'll pap pap to the soft tail as apology too.
shame they won't have a chance for her to know what it would feel like on bare skin. ]
Sadly you are bad at solving your own problems, so you need further assistance and -
[ well look at that. he's made her choke on her own words. ]
W-what did you say?
[ then! it hits her! and Nero's face cracks into the biggest shit-eating grin. ]
Oh ho! Well then let it be known - the feeling is quite mutual! [ time to pull him into a hug far more powerful than she seems capable of, half choking him and in a tangle of arms that ends with her petting his head again. something about cat(-like) ears just demands that she touch and play with his hair, scratch at the tufted base. ] However! Don't distract me! We must go and fight Tamamo and earn you back your manhood - forthright!
[ usually that witch is busy with her makeup this time of the afternoon, applying rouge that is much less even and flattering than she thinks it is. so time to storm that fortress -
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because Robin might not want to be possessive, but Nero is. not the lion or the cat Robin's teased her, but a dragon with a hoard breathing fire at the interlopers. he's her uncomfortably blurred relationship. not in the way that, she (unconsciously) thinks, that she'd see red if he spoke to a lady. but this its a fundamental change to HER THING. he'd understand: it'd be like if Billy stole and stained his mantle.
but Nero isn't going to think about this beyond the HOW DARE SHE angle of it. and right now it's more important to see some of the regular resigned pain get back into his expression rather than the acute type. so she'll pap pap to the soft tail as apology too.
shame they won't have a chance for her to know what it would feel like on bare skin. ]
Sadly you are bad at solving your own problems, so you need further assistance and -
[ well look at that. he's made her choke on her own words. ]
W-what did you say?
[ then! it hits her! and Nero's face cracks into the biggest shit-eating grin. ]
Oh ho! Well then let it be known - the feeling is quite mutual! [ time to pull him into a hug far more powerful than she seems capable of, half choking him and in a tangle of arms that ends with her petting his head again. something about cat(-like) ears just demands that she touch and play with his hair, scratch at the tufted base. ] However! Don't distract me! We must go and fight Tamamo and earn you back your manhood - forthright!
[ usually that witch is busy with her makeup this time of the afternoon, applying rouge that is much less even and flattering than she thinks it is. so time to storm that fortress -
- with a little skip in Nero's step. ]