[he catches him, of course. easy enough, gently-- and sets vax on his feet after, fingertips running briefly over the edge of a wing to smooth a feather.
the quiet warmth is easier to feel, now, this close. it's beginning to be present more often around vax.]
There. While I suppose you do deserve to make me look up for a change, I hardly intend to leave here with a sore neck.
[ he does not at all mind those feather touches - the wing shivers a little, a living limb attached to its person even if it's just a simulation, here - and just looks up at him. there's a brief moment where it's clear some kind of a dirty joke goes across his mind if the slightly raunchy edge to his grin and emotions are an indicator, but he bites his lip to not say it and just grins like a naughty cat.
and instead, once his feet touch the ground, delicately pushes back off on the ball of his foot to hover, wings extended, so they're eye to eye. ]
besides he doesn't have to say it because he just has to imply it and emet gets it and gets tsun about it and he just thinks that's very cute. victory for vax!
anyway. he does a little turn with his wings, feathers very gently brushing against emet when he does. ]
Do miss em. It's only recently I got to have them whenever I wanted. [ aka when he died. emet can probably fill in the blank. ] Figures I'd lose that right away.
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the quiet warmth is easier to feel, now, this close. it's beginning to be present more often around vax.]
There. While I suppose you do deserve to make me look up for a change, I hardly intend to leave here with a sore neck.
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[ he does not at all mind those feather touches - the wing shivers a little, a living limb attached to its person even if it's just a simulation, here - and just looks up at him. there's a brief moment where it's clear some kind of a dirty joke goes across his mind if the slightly raunchy edge to his grin and emotions are an indicator, but he bites his lip to not say it and just grins like a naughty cat.
and instead, once his feet touch the ground, delicately pushes back off on the ball of his foot to hover, wings extended, so they're eye to eye. ]
Seems a good compromise.
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and as he hovers, puts them eye to eye-- emet nods, approving.]
Much better. 'Tis a shame you may not keep these elsewhere; they suit you well.
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besides he doesn't have to say it because he just has to imply it and emet gets it and gets tsun about it and he just thinks that's very cute. victory for vax!
anyway. he does a little turn with his wings, feathers very gently brushing against emet when he does. ]
Do miss em. It's only recently I got to have them whenever I wanted. [ aka when he died. emet can probably fill in the blank. ] Figures I'd lose that right away.