He stretches his arms out, groaning a little as the new motions tug on his fresh cuts - and the still-deep claw lines - in new ways, and it is meant to be flirting but not meant to be a real temptation to anything. It's just that his only choices, covered in his own blood and come, are silly and flirty, or gross and awkward, and he doesn't want to be awkward. So - leaning into it.
"Fox and hound, I feel wonderful," he murmurs, a little dreamy, as he finally shifts to sit on the edge of the of table, stretching out a leg to feel the cuts there before stepping all the way.
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He stretches his arms out, groaning a little as the new motions tug on his fresh cuts - and the still-deep claw lines - in new ways, and it is meant to be flirting but not meant to be a real temptation to anything. It's just that his only choices, covered in his own blood and come, are silly and flirty, or gross and awkward, and he doesn't want to be awkward. So - leaning into it.
"Fox and hound, I feel wonderful," he murmurs, a little dreamy, as he finally shifts to sit on the edge of the of table, stretching out a leg to feel the cuts there before stepping all the way.