[ this is a note that therion makes that first joke and jiaoqiu makes a full on face at him. just like, cat no like banana nyeh at him, because sometimes he likes to pretend he's a toddler.
anyway, eventually he finishes up, and he tosses the top away to the ground. goodbye, dancer outfit, you served him so well. he really does need to thank primrose somehow, without facing her. maybe he will send her flowers. or like, ask her what her favorite food is and make it for her. without looking her in the eye, because they were so loud tonight that there's no way someone didn't hear. god.
but! he yawns, and goes easily to therion when he asks. it's nothing, to just let therion's sleep-warm voice pull him in. his ears are droopy and he's definitely lost most of his energy. he doesn't know what therion intends to do, but he crawls over and rests his head against therion's shoulder, ready to just tuck himself in. ]
[ he is in fact a toddler. it's okay, it's not like therion is any better.
once jiaoqiu listens and comes over, he lets him settle - his weight is warm against his chest, against his shoulder, and it's settling, is starting to make him kind of sleepy again.
but, once he settles down, therion lifts his hands - and after a beat, starts to gently untangle some of the knots in his hair, combing his thin fingers through absently. he doesn't say anything, but it's kind of a soothing motion, maybe for both of them.
he'll keep combing through his hair, and eventually, starts to fix his side braid, too. ]
[ whether they're sitting or not, he pulls a blanket up to settle over them. at the very least over their laps, so they're not entirely exposed to the cold night air. once he's settled in place, comfortable and curled up, his tail comes around and wraps around therion too.
and then the fingers start pulling through his hair, brushing it out, and jiaoqiu goes absolutely boneless. with a shivery little sigh, he leans up and noses at therion's jaw, and then just stays there, sleepily letting therion comb his hair. this is heaven. this is the best thing to ever happen to him.
there may or may not be foxian purr sounds happening. ]
bundled up under the tail and the blanket, he is warm and comfortable, sated and relaxed, for once in his life, and having jiaoqiu just kind of melt against him like that is nice, too. it feels good. it feels... really good, to be relaxed and not feel like maybe another shoe is going to drop any second now.
braiding is a weird skill to have - a simple one, when you're a thief- but he weaves the braid back into its normal spot, fixing where he fucked it up. it'll have a little curl to it, in the morning, from all that sweat, but secretly, he kind of likes it when it does that, too. braid finished, he just slides his fingers through his hair, and slowly leans back against the pillows with his arms full of fox.
and if his temple shifts a little to rest against his, well, he won't say anything about it. he just rests in that sleepy moment, quietly content - laughs a little, when he makes that little purr noise. ]
[ he just really likes being groomed back!! it's been so long since he's had someone play with his hair, actually, he's had to braid it himself for the last however long.
back against the pillows they go, and he hums, wrapping his arms around therion, closing his eyes. this is a fast track to make him fall asleep, honestly. it's mostly because like therion, this is safe. there is no fear of being upended. he never sleeps so soundly as he does when therion is in bed with him.
the laugh, though - his ear flicks in therion's face. probably on purpose, he's a brat. ]
I don't know what you're talking about. [ he says, still very obviously purring. where is therion's hand. he wants to hold one of them, he liked that from earlier. keep the other one in his hair though, he likes that too. bossy. ]
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anyway, eventually he finishes up, and he tosses the top away to the ground. goodbye, dancer outfit, you served him so well. he really does need to thank primrose somehow, without facing her. maybe he will send her flowers. or like, ask her what her favorite food is and make it for her. without looking her in the eye, because they were so loud tonight that there's no way someone didn't hear. god.
but! he yawns, and goes easily to therion when he asks. it's nothing, to just let therion's sleep-warm voice pull him in. his ears are droopy and he's definitely lost most of his energy. he doesn't know what therion intends to do, but he crawls over and rests his head against therion's shoulder, ready to just tuck himself in. ]
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once jiaoqiu listens and comes over, he lets him settle - his weight is warm against his chest, against his shoulder, and it's settling, is starting to make him kind of sleepy again.
but, once he settles down, therion lifts his hands - and after a beat, starts to gently untangle some of the knots in his hair, combing his thin fingers through absently. he doesn't say anything, but it's kind of a soothing motion, maybe for both of them.
he'll keep combing through his hair, and eventually, starts to fix his side braid, too. ]
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and then the fingers start pulling through his hair, brushing it out, and jiaoqiu goes absolutely boneless. with a shivery little sigh, he leans up and noses at therion's jaw, and then just stays there, sleepily letting therion comb his hair. this is heaven. this is the best thing to ever happen to him.
there may or may not be foxian purr sounds happening. ]
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bundled up under the tail and the blanket, he is warm and comfortable, sated and relaxed, for once in his life, and having jiaoqiu just kind of melt against him like that is nice, too. it feels good. it feels... really good, to be relaxed and not feel like maybe another shoe is going to drop any second now.
braiding is a weird skill to have - a simple one, when you're a thief- but he weaves the braid back into its normal spot, fixing where he fucked it up. it'll have a little curl to it, in the morning, from all that sweat, but secretly, he kind of likes it when it does that, too. braid finished, he just slides his fingers through his hair, and slowly leans back against the pillows with his arms full of fox.
and if his temple shifts a little to rest against his, well, he won't say anything about it. he just rests in that sleepy moment, quietly content - laughs a little, when he makes that little purr noise. ]
Not done being feral yet, huh.
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back against the pillows they go, and he hums, wrapping his arms around therion, closing his eyes. this is a fast track to make him fall asleep, honestly. it's mostly because like therion, this is safe. there is no fear of being upended. he never sleeps so soundly as he does when therion is in bed with him.
the laugh, though - his ear flicks in therion's face. probably on purpose, he's a brat. ]
I don't know what you're talking about. [ he says, still very obviously purring. where is therion's hand. he wants to hold one of them, he liked that from earlier. keep the other one in his hair though, he likes that too. bossy. ]