[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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Date: 2019-06-07 02:56 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-06-08 07:10 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2019-06-08 08:36 am (UTC)...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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Date: 2019-06-09 01:06 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-06-30 07:00 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2019-07-02 04:15 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2019-07-10 04:16 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2019-07-12 07:41 am (UTC)[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?