This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
The orange is relinquished happily, an encouraging nod given to the silent question.
Henry's expression lifts with pleasant surprise at the notion of being a model to draw. "Really? Me? I'm not very graceful... Could probably just draw a big ole square, give it a smile, and call it a day," he grins. Yep, that about sums him up, doesn't it?
He's happy to make Oliver blush, admittedly, a little not-so-guilty pleasure. His dark blue gaze flits down to Oliver's lips as his teeth press down over them, watching the soft skin of his lip crumple beneath the pressure. Right as he's thinking about punctuating Oliver's words with a kiss, something shifts and pulls his attention away immediately.
If it's possible for his expression to get any brighter, it does. The fantastically large fox ears flop out against Oliver's hair, one of them brushing by Henry's face because he's so close. "Oh, look at you!" He says with delight, leaning back a little to get a better overall look at him like this. "Lucky, I can't do that yet," he comments, absently staring at the ears because they are absolutely charming.
Without any bit of hesitation but a whole lot of warmth, Henry self-indulgently reaches up to playfully ruffle Oliver's soft mix of fur and hair. "I didn't think you could get any better, but you just proved me wrong." He smiles, glancing down to meet Oliver's gaze again.
Henry's expression lifts with pleasant surprise at the notion of being a model to draw. "Really? Me? I'm not very graceful... Could probably just draw a big ole square, give it a smile, and call it a day," he grins. Yep, that about sums him up, doesn't it?
He's happy to make Oliver blush, admittedly, a little not-so-guilty pleasure. His dark blue gaze flits down to Oliver's lips as his teeth press down over them, watching the soft skin of his lip crumple beneath the pressure. Right as he's thinking about punctuating Oliver's words with a kiss, something shifts and pulls his attention away immediately.
If it's possible for his expression to get any brighter, it does. The fantastically large fox ears flop out against Oliver's hair, one of them brushing by Henry's face because he's so close. "Oh, look at you!" He says with delight, leaning back a little to get a better overall look at him like this. "Lucky, I can't do that yet," he comments, absently staring at the ears because they are absolutely charming.
Without any bit of hesitation but a whole lot of warmth, Henry self-indulgently reaches up to playfully ruffle Oliver's soft mix of fur and hair. "I didn't think you could get any better, but you just proved me wrong." He smiles, glancing down to meet Oliver's gaze again.
HENRY
