I'd have to find someone with a good pair of hands to do it, wouldn't I? I dunno how common humans are in that part of the world, and I think they'd sooner run or try scaring me off before they gave me anything like what you're giving me.
[And a gentle touch is much more preferable than having a shoe or something else thrown at him, but he pushes those thoughts down in favor of arching his back and rocking back in Isa's lap to look at him properly.]
As for why, they, uh... They just do. It's like they can scratch the spots normal fingertips can't, y'know?
[But then Demyx rocks back and Isa... isn't really expecting him to, so he can't look away quickly enough to hide the light blush that settled there at some point. He's not exactly used to affection like this just yet, after all, and having someone in his lap just makes it... better? Worse?
Right. Ignoring that anyway to try and keep eye contact. Even with his gaze not being nearly as sharp as Demyx would be used to. Whoops.]
Makes sense. So You're saying I should let you know whenever this place gives me claws?
[He'll share - albeit reluctantly - with Lea of course, but no small part of him wants nothing more than to keep the magic touch to himself.
Though that reaction gets Demyx to tilt his head a little, eyes narrowing and ears flicking upwards in curiosity. That... Huh. That's a look he never, ever expected to see on Isa's face for a number of reasons. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to see it again, so he ducks his head down to meet Isa's gaze with half-lidded eyes.
...He really looks good like this, actually.]
...Can I say something a little weird? Or ask something?
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[And a gentle touch is much more preferable than having a shoe or something else thrown at him, but he pushes those thoughts down in favor of arching his back and rocking back in Isa's lap to look at him properly.]
As for why, they, uh... They just do. It's like they can scratch the spots normal fingertips can't, y'know?
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[But then Demyx rocks back and Isa... isn't really expecting him to, so he can't look away quickly enough to hide the light blush that settled there at some point. He's not exactly used to affection like this just yet, after all, and having someone in his lap just makes it... better? Worse?
Right. Ignoring that anyway to try and keep eye contact. Even with his gaze not being nearly as sharp as Demyx would be used to. Whoops.]
Makes sense. So You're saying I should let you know whenever this place gives me claws?
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[He'll share - albeit reluctantly - with Lea of course, but no small part of him wants nothing more than to keep the magic touch to himself.
Though that reaction gets Demyx to tilt his head a little, eyes narrowing and ears flicking upwards in curiosity. That... Huh. That's a look he never, ever expected to see on Isa's face for a number of reasons. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to see it again, so he ducks his head down to meet Isa's gaze with half-lidded eyes.
...He really looks good like this, actually.]
...Can I say something a little weird? Or ask something?