[If he wasn't already moving to plop his butt down onto the couch, he would've fallen straight to the floor like a sack of rocks when he feels something touching - scratching - his ears. Demyx has just enough time to tighten his grip on Isa's hand as he goes down, fully intent on dragging him down with him.
And if he can't? He's just going to look very dazed for a few seconds. Either way, his ears perk up and his head tilts forward a smidgen. That's... Okay, that's nice. Much, much better than getting them tweaked.]
[It doesn't really seem like Demyx is going to be able to answer, with how he just dropped onto the couch like that, but he has to ask anyway. How cross does he need to be with Lea, and/or what does he need to do to Lea's ears next time they pop up?
He does let himself be tugged down next to him, though, sitting close and turned enough to the side that his tail will thump-thump-thump against the back of the couch as he keeps scratching at those ears.
Because that dazed look? Honestly kind of cute. And how he tilts his head into the scratches? Definitely also cute.]
[Demyx presses his head into his hand with a soft grunt, his tail and a patch of fur on the back of his neck fluffing up as he tries to find the right spot and there it is.
Hello, magic fingers.]
Mmph... He flicked 'em. Wasn't hard, but it felt... Uh.
["Different" in a good way is what he wants to say, but the words die on his tongue as he makes another pleased sound. One eye slides shut and Demyx starts to lean his whole body into it, only stopping when he feels his side bump against Isa's. Oh, this was better. That's the spot!]
[Operation flick Lea's ears next Sanguis is a go, then. (Whether that will actually happen when he isn't presently possessive of and protective over Demyx remains to be seen.)
And. Well. He doesn't stop, even when Demyx's leaning puts him right up against his side, chuckling at the plea and shaking his head a bit.]
I won't.
[Exactly the opposite. He'll bring his other hand up to find the same spot by his other ear to make it twice as good. Oh shit.]
[He'd feel bad if he really flicked Lea's ears, at least. He didn't say Lea apologized (yet), but it's hard for Demyx to focus on the finer details when he's experiencing one of the best feelings he's had in this world and the last several.
And then it's doubled when Isa's other hand joins the fray, earning a more-than-delighted laugh. Or it was supposed to be one anyway, because it's cut short by a keening whine and Demyx makes a blind grab for Isa's shoulders. One, two, three and he uses the larger man as leverage to haul himself up, swings a leg over, and deposits himself clumsily into his lap with his head bowed purely to give him better access to his ears.
It's totally just so his neck doesn't cramp up from the other angle. Totally.
Finally after soaking it up for a few long moments, he blinks hard to refocus and offers a crooked grin, his eyes flicking up towards Isa's own ears.]
When Demyx unceremoniously hauls himself into his lap, Isa very nearly stops scratching his ears. There's the impulse to put his hands on his waist to steady him, but... that's handled well enough, and he's leaning in for more at a better angle anyway, so he just. Doesn't.
Weirdly enough, it's actually kind of relaxing, and he settles in a little more comfortably, at least until Demyx makes an effort to refocus.
And offers...
Well, if it really felt that good...
His own affections slow as he actually thinks it over.]
While he keeps leaning his head into his hand, Demyx reaches up to run his fingertips through Isa's hair. He's pleasantly surprised to find that it's as soft as it looks, but he has a mission here and he can't let himself get too distracted.
As he reaches for his ears next, he double (and triple) checks that his claws are sheathed properly before he carefully takes one ear into each hand and sweeps his thumbs up the edges to their tips, and up and over them to rub the pads of his fingers against the base of them. They're just like the ears on a regular dog and while Demyx's last experience with one hadn't gone so great, this was a little different.
For starters, Demyx wasn't getting bit in the face this time.]
[Well, Demyx is about to have even less distracting him, honestly. Isa hums quietly when Demyx runs his fingers through his hair, but still tries to keep scratching him behind the ears. It's easy enough to start - as the pads of his fingers reach the tips of his ears, they twitch on reflex, flicking away before perking back up.
But then he reaches the base and they droop a bit as Isa just seems to melt. His hands slide down through Demyx's hair slowly until his arms end up draped over his shoulders, and his eyes slide closed at the same time.
Just about the only part of him that isn't relaxed is his tail, as it keeps wagging - even a little faster, now.]
[Demyx rolls his shoulders - one at a time - in an open invitation for Isa to wrap his arms around his neck if he wants, and takes the opportunity to scoot himself further up into his lap so he can get a better angle on his ears. ...And to try and sneak a peek at that tail he hears thumping against the cushions, too.
After some thought, he carefully flexes his fingers to extend his claws so he can give Isa's ears the same gentle scritching he got in return. Let's see... Maybe this spot?]
Y'know, I... actually really like yours. They're soft.
[That's definitely an invitation he's not passing up, and so he shifts from just letting his arms drape over Demyx's shoulders to actually wrapping them around his neck in the loosest, laziest hug. It's even easier as Demyx scoots up closer, too.
The only drawback is that he can't nestle in and put his head down on his shoulder without, you know, disrupting the scritching that feels so good.
That tail only really stops thumping against the cushions when Demyx's claws find a particularly good spot that sends a shiver all the way down his spine, though it resumes soon enough.]
I gotta be honest - it's a little hard to tell for myself.
[His ears perk up a little and he bites his own lip, and for a moment Demyx almost does something crazy. Almost. Instead of acting on it, he keeps one hand going at Isa's ears and gently threads the other through his hair. It's light at first, but if there's no opposition? Then he's going to keep doing it.
(He may or may not have admired his hair in the past too, but shhh. That's a secret.)]
If, uh... You wanna see for yourself, go ahead. I won't bite.
[There's definitely no opposition. Quite the opposite, really, because that tail just keeps wagging away. Whether Isa likes the affection or the petting or the ear scratches it's hard to say, but whatever the case, he's definitely enjoying it enough that he's not exactly all that concerned with keeping up appearances.]
...Don't think I'd mind if you did.
[Wait. Forget that. You never heard that. Nope. Just going to make an attempt to distract from that little admission by letting an arm drop down from around Demyx's neck to wrap around his waist so his hand can find its way up the back of his shirt.
It's... weird... to be touching soft fur instead of skin, but that really doesn't stop him from petting him once. And then again. And pretty soon he's just kind of idly stroking between Demyx's shoulderblades.]
[Try as he might, Demyx's nose wrinkles and he finds he can't stifle the short bout of laughter that slips out. It tickles, but in a good way. It wasn't normally a sensitive spot, so maybe the new coat of fur had something to do with it and he simply had to get used to it.
It does feel good, though. Damn good, if he's completely, 100% honest.]
If I had known having fur would feel this nice, I'd totally have gone to that one world with all the animals we found just for a good scratch.
[He huffs a sigh - drawn out and content, and Demyx threads his fingers through Isa's hair a bit more until he reaches the ruff of fur that starts to head down his back. It feels thicker here, but it's still plenty soft and that's good enough for him.]
Mm... don't tell me you're going to go to that world when we make it home just because you'll miss this.
[Because he could honestly totally see that happening. And not just Demyx, either - those worlds will have to go on the list for trying to find people who up and disappeared without warning, just in case there was some kind of 'getting scratches' fix.
...Great, he'll have to invest in a gummi ship, because someone (or several someones) will freak out about him using corridors.
But that's something for future-Isa to deal with. Current-Isa has Demyx's hands in his hair and his fur and it feels way, way too good to worry about anything at all for more than a passing moment.]
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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[If he wasn't already moving to plop his butt down onto the couch, he would've fallen straight to the floor like a sack of rocks when he feels something touching - scratching - his ears. Demyx has just enough time to tighten his grip on Isa's hand as he goes down, fully intent on dragging him down with him.
And if he can't? He's just going to look very dazed for a few seconds. Either way, his ears perk up and his head tilts forward a smidgen. That's... Okay, that's nice. Much, much better than getting them tweaked.]
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[It doesn't really seem like Demyx is going to be able to answer, with how he just dropped onto the couch like that, but he has to ask anyway. How cross does he need to be with Lea, and/or what does he need to do to Lea's ears next time they pop up?
He does let himself be tugged down next to him, though, sitting close and turned enough to the side that his tail will thump-thump-thump against the back of the couch as he keeps scratching at those ears.
Because that dazed look? Honestly kind of cute. And how he tilts his head into the scratches? Definitely also cute.]
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[Demyx presses his head into his hand with a soft grunt, his tail and a patch of fur on the back of his neck fluffing up as he tries to find the right spot and there it is.
Hello, magic fingers.]
Mmph... He flicked 'em. Wasn't hard, but it felt... Uh.
["Different" in a good way is what he wants to say, but the words die on his tongue as he makes another pleased sound. One eye slides shut and Demyx starts to lean his whole body into it, only stopping when he feels his side bump against Isa's. Oh, this was better. That's the spot!]
Holy shit... Whatever you're doing? Don't stop.
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[Operation flick Lea's ears next Sanguis is a go, then. (Whether that will actually happen when he isn't presently possessive of and protective over Demyx remains to be seen.)
And. Well. He doesn't stop, even when Demyx's leaning puts him right up against his side, chuckling at the plea and shaking his head a bit.]
I won't.
[Exactly the opposite. He'll bring his other hand up to find the same spot by his other ear to make it twice as good. Oh shit.]
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[He'd feel bad if he really flicked Lea's ears, at least. He didn't say Lea apologized (yet), but it's hard for Demyx to focus on the finer details when he's experiencing one of the best feelings he's had in this world and the last several.
And then it's doubled when Isa's other hand joins the fray, earning a more-than-delighted laugh. Or it was supposed to be one anyway, because it's cut short by a keening whine and Demyx makes a blind grab for Isa's shoulders. One, two, three and he uses the larger man as leverage to haul himself up, swings a leg over, and deposits himself clumsily into his lap with his head bowed purely to give him better access to his ears.
It's totally just so his neck doesn't cramp up from the other angle. Totally.
Finally after soaking it up for a few long moments, he blinks hard to refocus and offers a crooked grin, his eyes flicking up towards Isa's own ears.]
Want me to...?
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When Demyx unceremoniously hauls himself into his lap, Isa very nearly stops scratching his ears. There's the impulse to put his hands on his waist to steady him, but... that's handled well enough, and he's leaning in for more at a better angle anyway, so he just. Doesn't.
Weirdly enough, it's actually kind of relaxing, and he settles in a little more comfortably, at least until Demyx makes an effort to refocus.
And offers...
Well, if it really felt that good...
His own affections slow as he actually thinks it over.]
Hm... if you want.
[He won't say no.]
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While he keeps leaning his head into his hand, Demyx reaches up to run his fingertips through Isa's hair. He's pleasantly surprised to find that it's as soft as it looks, but he has a mission here and he can't let himself get too distracted.
As he reaches for his ears next, he double (and triple) checks that his claws are sheathed properly before he carefully takes one ear into each hand and sweeps his thumbs up the edges to their tips, and up and over them to rub the pads of his fingers against the base of them. They're just like the ears on a regular dog and while Demyx's last experience with one hadn't gone so great, this was a little different.
For starters, Demyx wasn't getting bit in the face this time.]
How's that?
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But then he reaches the base and they droop a bit as Isa just seems to melt. His hands slide down through Demyx's hair slowly until his arms end up draped over his shoulders, and his eyes slide closed at the same time.
Just about the only part of him that isn't relaxed is his tail, as it keeps wagging - even a little faster, now.]
...hm?
[Yeah. It's good.]
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After some thought, he carefully flexes his fingers to extend his claws so he can give Isa's ears the same gentle scritching he got in return. Let's see... Maybe this spot?]
Y'know, I... actually really like yours. They're soft.
[They suit him, too.]
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The only drawback is that he can't nestle in and put his head down on his shoulder without, you know, disrupting the scritching that feels so good.
That tail only really stops thumping against the cushions when Demyx's claws find a particularly good spot that sends a shiver all the way down his spine, though it resumes soon enough.]
Yours are, too...
[A moment of contemplation and then-]
...I bet all of you is just as soft, right?
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[His ears perk up a little and he bites his own lip, and for a moment Demyx almost does something crazy. Almost. Instead of acting on it, he keeps one hand going at Isa's ears and gently threads the other through his hair. It's light at first, but if there's no opposition? Then he's going to keep doing it.
(He may or may not have admired his hair in the past too, but shhh. That's a secret.)]
If, uh... You wanna see for yourself, go ahead. I won't bite.
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...Don't think I'd mind if you did.
[Wait. Forget that. You never heard that. Nope. Just going to make an attempt to distract from that little admission by letting an arm drop down from around Demyx's neck to wrap around his waist so his hand can find its way up the back of his shirt.
It's... weird... to be touching soft fur instead of skin, but that really doesn't stop him from petting him once. And then again. And pretty soon he's just kind of idly stroking between Demyx's shoulderblades.]
For the record... you are soft.
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It does feel good, though. Damn good, if he's completely, 100% honest.]
If I had known having fur would feel this nice, I'd totally have gone to that one world with all the animals we found just for a good scratch.
[He huffs a sigh - drawn out and content, and Demyx threads his fingers through Isa's hair a bit more until he reaches the ruff of fur that starts to head down his back. It feels thicker here, but it's still plenty soft and that's good enough for him.]
--Gotta say though, your claws feel way better.
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[Because he could honestly totally see that happening. And not just Demyx, either - those worlds will have to go on the list for trying to find people who up and disappeared without warning, just in case there was some kind of 'getting scratches' fix.
...Great, he'll have to invest in a gummi ship, because someone (or several someones) will freak out about him using corridors.
But that's something for future-Isa to deal with. Current-Isa has Demyx's hands in his hair and his fur and it feels way, way too good to worry about anything at all for more than a passing moment.]
Oh? Why's that?
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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?