[ He's surprised, again, when the hand returns to his wrist. He makes no effort to dislodge it. That touch is a better reminder that he's welcome -- that he's human enough -- than words are.
And...it's nice. Shameful as it is, it's been...months since anyone touched him. He'll let himself privately enjoy it, he tells himself, because the connection to the grounding magic is safer for both of them.
It's almost normal, walking silently like this, Basch's ears still swiveling to pick up sound. There are a few more small flares of pain, the prickling sensation of hair growing on his arms and legs, but nothing debilitating, not yet. ]
There's a small cave this way.
[ They almost make it before he hisses again, eyes shut as heat and tension well. It's several places at once this time -- his hands, the base of his spine, his feet. He's panting and sweating before he even registers what changes are coming this time -- nails to claws, tender flesh of his hands and feet thickening to pads, and a discomforting lump in his trousers where a tail has sprouted. ]
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And...it's nice. Shameful as it is, it's been...months since anyone touched him. He'll let himself privately enjoy it, he tells himself, because the connection to the grounding magic is safer for both of them.
It's almost normal, walking silently like this, Basch's ears still swiveling to pick up sound. There are a few more small flares of pain, the prickling sensation of hair growing on his arms and legs, but nothing debilitating, not yet. ]
There's a small cave this way.
[ They almost make it before he hisses again, eyes shut as heat and tension well. It's several places at once this time -- his hands, the base of his spine, his feet. He's panting and sweating before he even registers what changes are coming this time -- nails to claws, tender flesh of his hands and feet thickening to pads, and a discomforting lump in his trousers where a tail has sprouted. ]