[ the gentleness of those fingers don't really help. if anything, it makes heat rush up to colour his cheeks much faster than it usually would. his ears tremble under the curious touch, always so sensitive despite all his attempts to still their movements. he can only hope the guy isn't looking too closely at his face. ]

... Of course they are. Were you expecting them to be hard?

[ who has ever heard of ears like that? he scoffs quietly, mostly as another attempt to keep his own voice steady. ]

Both of my parents were Erunes, just like I am. We all look like this — but I suppose you can find variation in the kinds of ears you see.

[ a hand moves up to place itself on the man's chest, ready to push him away at any moment. not right now, at least. not yet. ]

Why are you so fascinated by this?