NATE
Amusement is infectious, the symptoms a bright chuckle echoing out of Nate, even as his head pulls back, shakes as if the air has really bothered him. Dramatics are much more fun in this shape. I don’t know what there is to do. He tries to protest, before going limp and flopping over Sunjata, sliding back into the dirt a little bit.. Nate knows what he should do, as much as he might not want to admit it. There is a conscious effort required to let go, to sink deeper into the shift and just be, instead of keeping some kind of control over himself.
Rising again properly, Nate’s struck suddenly by a feeling of weariness in his body, not distressing or debilitating, but present. Obvious, now, something he should have noticed before this point. Before he gets the chance to voice it, Sunjata is there, already suggesting a nap. As much as he can manage one. As luck would have it, Nate remember how often his fiancé had napped against him in this very shape, and he can’t stop himself from imagining just how much better it would be to cuddle with both of them in this shape. He could probably have stopped himself from sharing the feeling, but what was the point in keeping it to himself. As long as we’re together I don’t mind where we go. A nap does sound good though.
His long body leans maybe a touch too heavily against the others, seeking warmth and closeness, sharper than they usually were in this form. The word ‘race’ perked him up tho, a single wide blue looking up at the open door, before his own purr tumbled out of him. You’re on!
Why bother rushing inside at all? Instead of following after his fiancé, Nate leapt up, climbing onto the roof of the porch and nosing his way towards the window. It’s a struggle to get open without hands, but he manages, in about as much time as it takes Sunjata to race through the house anyways, though it’s still a victory he will stubbornly claim. The more important thing is that he’s first on the bed, a fact he uses to his full advantage as he stretches out, invading into what would normally be Haai’s space. Pemota follows after him, through the open window, though he could only quest at where the starwhale had been, what she’d been doing.
Rising again properly, Nate’s struck suddenly by a feeling of weariness in his body, not distressing or debilitating, but present. Obvious, now, something he should have noticed before this point. Before he gets the chance to voice it, Sunjata is there, already suggesting a nap. As much as he can manage one. As luck would have it, Nate remember how often his fiancé had napped against him in this very shape, and he can’t stop himself from imagining just how much better it would be to cuddle with both of them in this shape. He could probably have stopped himself from sharing the feeling, but what was the point in keeping it to himself. As long as we’re together I don’t mind where we go. A nap does sound good though.
His long body leans maybe a touch too heavily against the others, seeking warmth and closeness, sharper than they usually were in this form. The word ‘race’ perked him up tho, a single wide blue looking up at the open door, before his own purr tumbled out of him. You’re on!
Why bother rushing inside at all? Instead of following after his fiancé, Nate leapt up, climbing onto the roof of the porch and nosing his way towards the window. It’s a struggle to get open without hands, but he manages, in about as much time as it takes Sunjata to race through the house anyways, though it’s still a victory he will stubbornly claim. The more important thing is that he’s first on the bed, a fact he uses to his full advantage as he stretches out, invading into what would normally be Haai’s space. Pemota follows after him, through the open window, though he could only quest at where the starwhale had been, what she’d been doing.
Let’s admit, without apology,
what we do to each other
what we do to each other
