[ It speaks to how dazed he is that he just lets Olivine, no protest. Only gentle movements to assist the other's movements. He should feel worthless, or embarrassed, but he doesn't. He feels...safe. Cared for. Safe to be cared for.
When Olivine asks him to lift, he makes no resistance, shifting to help. He breathes a sigh of relief, tail no longer cramped and aching. He doesn't feel naked, per say, not with the thick layer of fur that starts on his upper legs and grows thicker down him, a thinner coat of it on his lower arms. His chest and lower region are still hair, and his feet are still feet, but it feels better, not trapped in those clothes.
Before he can muster words, Olivine's taken his hand. He flinches slightly, ears tipping back in distress. He knows the skin doesn't feel correct, that this is wrong for humans. But then Olivine presses the soft flesh to his lips, and Basch's eyes widen, ears perking up.
Hesitant, he does lean in again, one padded hand on the other's thigh, before he presses their foreheads together, nose dipped in a nuzzle of affection and submission. He's hardly aware of the way his lower regions stir, close to Olivine's leg and out in the open to see.
Somehow his words still work, despite their utter disconnect from any thought or filter. ]
I'm glad you came with me [ He murmurs, a growl to his voice, but no aggression in it. Just a rumble. ]
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Date: 2024-05-02 02:26 am (UTC)When Olivine asks him to lift, he makes no resistance, shifting to help. He breathes a sigh of relief, tail no longer cramped and aching. He doesn't feel naked, per say, not with the thick layer of fur that starts on his upper legs and grows thicker down him, a thinner coat of it on his lower arms. His chest and lower region are still hair, and his feet are still feet, but it feels better, not trapped in those clothes.
Before he can muster words, Olivine's taken his hand. He flinches slightly, ears tipping back in distress. He knows the skin doesn't feel correct, that this is wrong for humans. But then Olivine presses the soft flesh to his lips, and Basch's eyes widen, ears perking up.
Hesitant, he does lean in again, one padded hand on the other's thigh, before he presses their foreheads together, nose dipped in a nuzzle of affection and submission. He's hardly aware of the way his lower regions stir, close to Olivine's leg and out in the open to see.
Somehow his words still work, despite their utter disconnect from any thought or filter. ]
I'm glad you came with me [ He murmurs, a growl to his voice, but no aggression in it. Just a rumble. ]