[ together, they bleed moisture from tighnari's fur, cyno with his towel at tighnari's tail, and tighnari with his towel at his ears. it's not the first time he's had someone help, but cyno's a quick learner, deft with his hands, and he can feel each rub of the towel gain in confidence as he susess out what will hurt and what will not.
by the time they finish, he feels significantly lighter, literally. his tail flicks, swishes back and forth as he tests the feel of it, and the smile he gives cyno is a brilliant one. ]
You're a natural. Thank you. Perhaps you ought to have been the one born with a tail instead. [ he takes his combo, and begins to run it through his tail, teasing out tangles here and there. ] I should warn you, though - I do shed.
[ this, cyno thinks, will perhaps become a regular happenstance, so he may as well grow accustomed to it. idly, he runs a hand over tighnari's tail to smooth the fur once he's pulled the towel away, then quickly catches himself, and withdraws. ]
I'd assumed as much.
[ with fur that plush, he must shed, and there's already evidence of it on the towel. folding it up, cyno tosses it onto a chair beside the bed, before he's slipping back against the sheets to get comfortable. the sheets.. which are very white. ]
Perhaps we ought to consider darker bedding.
[ though given the way cyno sheds his very white hair, neither black nor white will survive them. ]
[ ... he has to laugh at that. it's a conclusion much unlike the one that he had been thinking, which is to invest in a set of fur rollers. but neither dark nor light bedding would survive between the two of them, and the irony is a pleasing one. ]
Fur on the bed won't necessarily stay in it. I was thinking more along the lines of you finding green hairs in everything you own from now until I go bald. You've never kept a pet, have you.
[ but he slides into bed next to him. the comb is put aside on the nightstand. he feels the bedding - much better than the silk from before - and adjusts the blanket as he goes. ]
[ though not for lack of caring. cyno's actually quite fond of animals, he's simply never had the time available for such a responsibility. reclining comfortably on his side, cyno tugs the blankets up over his hips, though not much further; he tends to run warm. ]
I don't mind. I'll carry you with me into the desert. [ a beat, and cyno's eyes soften around the edges. ] It's been very nice to meet you, Tighnari.
[ his eyes soften around its corners. cyno reclines in rest, his shoulders relaxing into the bedding, and the world seems softer for it. perhaps kinder. ]
Mm. [ he rumbles, his eyelids heavy, though he watches tighnari's face, for a moment, through thick, pale lashes, before they close at last. ] Goodnight.
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by the time they finish, he feels significantly lighter, literally. his tail flicks, swishes back and forth as he tests the feel of it, and the smile he gives cyno is a brilliant one. ]
You're a natural. Thank you. Perhaps you ought to have been the one born with a tail instead. [ he takes his combo, and begins to run it through his tail, teasing out tangles here and there. ] I should warn you, though - I do shed.
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I'd assumed as much.
[ with fur that plush, he must shed, and there's already evidence of it on the towel. folding it up, cyno tosses it onto a chair beside the bed, before he's slipping back against the sheets to get comfortable. the sheets.. which are very white. ]
Perhaps we ought to consider darker bedding.
[ though given the way cyno sheds his very white hair, neither black nor white will survive them. ]
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Fur on the bed won't necessarily stay in it. I was thinking more along the lines of you finding green hairs in everything you own from now until I go bald. You've never kept a pet, have you.
[ but he slides into bed next to him. the comb is put aside on the nightstand. he feels the bedding - much better than the silk from before - and adjusts the blanket as he goes. ]
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[ though not for lack of caring. cyno's actually quite fond of animals, he's simply never had the time available for such a responsibility. reclining comfortably on his side, cyno tugs the blankets up over his hips, though not much further; he tends to run warm. ]
I don't mind. I'll carry you with me into the desert. [ a beat, and cyno's eyes soften around the edges. ] It's been very nice to meet you, Tighnari.
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The pleasure is mine, Cyno.
Shall we rest?
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