[ 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.
[He's sounding the words out, attempting to shape them with the same familiarity, despite how foreign it sounds. Not a cat, but some other creature with similar characteristics? Maybe it has something to do with ancestry? Cain finds his head bobbing, unconsciously, eyes wide with an almost childlike fascination.]
Yeah, was one of them a cat? Is it a cross-species thing? Never heard of anything like that, even back on Earth.
[Taking advantage of that stillness without a shade of regret or shame, he crowds closer to Six, both hands landing on triangular ears. Calloused fingertips are surprisingly gentle, passing across the pointed tips before closing over in a caress, stroking velvety warm fur, his expression only brightening with awe.]
[ 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. ]
[What was he expecting? It's a good point, but one Cain discards with little more than a pinched frown, all of his attention narrowed onto soft cat ears. He doesn't immediately notice the effect his touch has on Six, although as soon as that hand plants itself at the center of his chest, black eyes drag down, half-curious.
Seeing the stain of red cheeks, Cain smirks—but he doesn't say anything. Fingers aren't soon to loosen, thumbs tracing to the velvety fold of those ears as though emboldened by the reactive twitching, rubbing from base to tip with new purpose.]
Guess it's like a totally different species. [Not unbelievable, considering all of the strange shit he's seen so far.] Weird.
Anyway, it's 'cause we didn't really have any animals, back where I'm from. I mean, they existed, just not… on our planet. They're all on Earth, so I only ever saw cats in grainy vids. Never touched one.
[Admission lowly murmured, Cain shoves forward a bit, as if to taunt that hand that hasn't actually begun shoving him back. Give him an inch; he'll definitely try to take a mile.]
[ there are no attempts to hide how badly this is affecting him: his ears have all but practically melted thanks to what this man is doing to them, no longer able to keep themselves upright, soft and pliant. he's never been more thankful to have the wall behind him too because even though it keeps him locked in place, it offers stability when his knees are beginning to feel a tiny bit like jello. ]
Then... that will continue to be the truth. I'm not a cat.
[ is it just him or are the two of them absurdly much closer than before? he doesn't need anyone to tell him where things might be headed so he does try to create space between them again, pushing the other back by keeping his hand planted firmly on his chest. ]
Regardless, your curiousity is satiated. I'll be on my way.
[ it's time to make an exit, stage left. nevermind the look on his face that's practically begging for this to keep going. ]
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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?
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[He's sounding the words out, attempting to shape them with the same familiarity, despite how foreign it sounds. Not a cat, but some other creature with similar characteristics? Maybe it has something to do with ancestry? Cain finds his head bobbing, unconsciously, eyes wide with an almost childlike fascination.]
Yeah, was one of them a cat? Is it a cross-species thing? Never heard of anything like that, even back on Earth.
[Taking advantage of that stillness without a shade of regret or shame, he crowds closer to Six, both hands landing on triangular ears. Calloused fingertips are surprisingly gentle, passing across the pointed tips before closing over in a caress, stroking velvety warm fur, his expression only brightening with awe.]
Holy shit. They're so soft.
[Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?]
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... 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?
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Seeing the stain of red cheeks, Cain smirks—but he doesn't say anything. Fingers aren't soon to loosen, thumbs tracing to the velvety fold of those ears as though emboldened by the reactive twitching, rubbing from base to tip with new purpose.]
Guess it's like a totally different species. [Not unbelievable, considering all of the strange shit he's seen so far.] Weird.
Anyway, it's 'cause we didn't really have any animals, back where I'm from. I mean, they existed, just not… on our planet. They're all on Earth, so I only ever saw cats in grainy vids. Never touched one.
[Admission lowly murmured, Cain shoves forward a bit, as if to taunt that hand that hasn't actually begun shoving him back. Give him an inch; he'll definitely try to take a mile.]
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Then... that will continue to be the truth. I'm not a cat.
[ is it just him or are the two of them absurdly much closer than before? he doesn't need anyone to tell him where things might be headed so he does try to create space between them again, pushing the other back by keeping his hand planted firmly on his chest. ]
Regardless, your curiousity is satiated. I'll be on my way.
[ it's time to make an exit, stage left. nevermind the look on his face that's practically begging for this to keep going. ]