[ murr follows the movement of yomi's tendrils carefully - a cat looking to pounce - until the sharp sting on his cheek draws him out of it. it's not quite a flinch, but murr's eyes do narrow; it's a playful gesture than anything else in response to learning what those feel like.
he could heal the wound... he doesn't, of course, too distracted by the sound of the laughable notion of being compared to a dog with a stick, however indirectly, and the offer that follows the one accepted.
did he want one?
let him get into that, as he shifts and stretches to... touch an eyeball. them. gently? (this is a sentence i am, indeed, typing.) ]
To have you around, no matter where I go? That's pretty romantic!
[ in another context. if it wasn't a hand. if it wasn't yomurr. ]
Hmm. Does it do anything special? Accepting body parts can have funky consequences sometimes, so I gotta make sure.
[ just wizards things. limbs are powerful things! not that he doesn't trust yomi, which is why he'll always take most explanations at face value. even if he does make sure to ask for them. ]
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he could heal the wound... he doesn't, of course, too distracted by the sound of the laughable notion of being compared to a dog with a stick, however indirectly, and the offer that follows the one accepted.
did he want one?
let him get into that, as he shifts and stretches to... touch an eyeball. them. gently? (this is a sentence i am, indeed, typing.) ]
To have you around, no matter where I go? That's pretty romantic!
[ in another context. if it wasn't a hand. if it wasn't yomurr. ]
Hmm. Does it do anything special? Accepting body parts can have funky consequences sometimes, so I gotta make sure.
[ just wizards things. limbs are powerful things! not that he doesn't trust yomi, which is why he'll always take most explanations at face value. even if he does make sure to ask for them. ]