[ Basch doesn't quite press on the right place to feel the growing hardness under Olivine's clothes, but his nostrils flare, something changing in the other's scent. His muddy, animal-driven thoughts think nothing of it when heat starts to pool low on his own body in response.
Before he'd transformed, he'd intended to avoid being naked with Olivine if he could help it. Now he doesn't care, just aware how restricting the clothes feel. His hand comes to the front of his shirt, but the padded flesh and claws mean his only real option is to shred them, as he usually does. There's some thought, still, that he might want these later. Like human Basch is somewhere in the back, not completely eroded. ]
Yes...please. My hands...
[ He holds them out somewhat helplessly, bracing himself before he sits up. He doesn't want space between them, and his ears fold back, but he doesn't growl or snap. The anger and aggression is't coming as badly as he's used to. ]
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Date: 2024-05-02 12:33 am (UTC)Before he'd transformed, he'd intended to avoid being naked with Olivine if he could help it. Now he doesn't care, just aware how restricting the clothes feel. His hand comes to the front of his shirt, but the padded flesh and claws mean his only real option is to shred them, as he usually does. There's some thought, still, that he might want these later. Like human Basch is somewhere in the back, not completely eroded. ]
Yes...please. My hands...
[ He holds them out somewhat helplessly, bracing himself before he sits up. He doesn't want space between them, and his ears fold back, but he doesn't growl or snap. The anger and aggression is't coming as badly as he's used to. ]