(Natsume's purring was one of his favorite sounds in the world. It usually meant that all was well and that Natsume felt safe and happy. It only inspires him to scratch gently at Natsume's head.)
You're right. (The pride only serves to make Choso feel better, and it's an added bonus to have that tail wind around his wrist. Why did he have the world's cutest boyfriends and how did he come to deserve them?)
I don't like either of you worried.
(Oh...That reaction...
His smile becomes more of a smirk.) Hmm...I'm not sure. Flowers, perhaps. Where do you think they would look best?
[The purring's a bit raspy, probably from illness -- or something else, something making Natsume's heart quicken a little. It's almost definitely a bad idea to get frisky when he has a fever, but with boyfriends like he has, how can he be expected to resist?
So he cuddles a little closer, hands sliding up under Choso's shirt, fever-warm and tipped with sharp little nails. He blinks upwards, thoughtfully, ears twitching.] Mmmm, it depends. Do you want everyone to see them? The flowers?
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You're right. (The pride only serves to make Choso feel better, and it's an added bonus to have that tail wind around his wrist. Why did he have the world's cutest boyfriends and how did he come to deserve them?)
I don't like either of you worried.
(Oh...That reaction...
His smile becomes more of a smirk.) Hmm...I'm not sure. Flowers, perhaps. Where do you think they would look best?
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So he cuddles a little closer, hands sliding up under Choso's shirt, fever-warm and tipped with sharp little nails. He blinks upwards, thoughtfully, ears twitching.] Mmmm, it depends. Do you want everyone to see them? The flowers?
Or just us?