[ 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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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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