LOREN
Letting out the mental equivalent of a sigh, Loren twisted so he could rest his head on its side. You can touch me. There was a sort of dull resignation to the acceptance.
At first, that was the summoner's only response to Oliver's words. Finally, the Launceleyn pushed himself to his feet again. Then he padded back towards the fox's set up. Loren was silent except for the clicking of his claws on the ground.
When he reached the tarp with the paints and the canvases, he settled down onto it. Then he just lay there, not moving from the spot, waiting for whatever it was the other man was going to do.
At first, that was the summoner's only response to Oliver's words. Finally, the Launceleyn pushed himself to his feet again. Then he padded back towards the fox's set up. Loren was silent except for the clicking of his claws on the ground.
When he reached the tarp with the paints and the canvases, he settled down onto it. Then he just lay there, not moving from the spot, waiting for whatever it was the other man was going to do.
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