[ those ears remain as the tantalizing prize, gone completely pin-straight now that the guy's hand is reaching out for them again. they settle soon enough, dipping low against equally soft, downy hair. he might as well just let this happen since it doesn't look like the curiousity will ever be satiatd if he denies it.
that's why he stays still, back still up against the wall.
the one lilac eye that's exposed, however, narrows by the tiniest fraction. ]
I'm not a cat. [ he knows it won't make much of a difference to people who don't know, but. ] I am an Erune.
no subject
that's why he stays still, back still up against the wall.
the one lilac eye that's exposed, however, narrows by the tiniest fraction. ]
I'm not a cat. [ he knows it won't make much of a difference to people who don't know, but. ] I am an Erune.
[ as for that last question... ]
Are you asking what my parents are like?