Fingers tightened on his arm, for a moment pressing him closer; he felt the vibrations of Jigano's voice through his chest, as a strange echo within his cranium, a depth to it that normally wasn't present because it didn't resonate into his body. He wasn't sure he agreed with the use of the word lovely, though, but the combination of the praise and the closeness sent a small shiver through him.
Then Jigano began to say something else, only, he never finished the sentence. After a second Rory prompted him with a wordless "mh?", but whatever it was, the fox thought better of it. Or, rather, chose to postpone it, which earned a disgruntled sort of grunt from the blond. He was curious, always, about everything, too curious for his own good, but he had to admit that Jigano wasn't all that wrong. It could wait until after he ate. Everything could. Everything had to, or Rory would eat it (whatever it was).
"Does that require me moving from here?" he asked, not sure if Jigano wanted to be stuck there for some time with Rory potentially napping against him. Though, honestly, between the warmth of the fire, the warmth of the gryphon, and the warmth of the man, it was tempting to force him into it.
Then Jigano began to say something else, only, he never finished the sentence. After a second Rory prompted him with a wordless "mh?", but whatever it was, the fox thought better of it. Or, rather, chose to postpone it, which earned a disgruntled sort of grunt from the blond. He was curious, always, about everything, too curious for his own good, but he had to admit that Jigano wasn't all that wrong. It could wait until after he ate. Everything could. Everything had to, or Rory would eat it (whatever it was).
"Does that require me moving from here?" he asked, not sure if Jigano wanted to be stuck there for some time with Rory potentially napping against him. Though, honestly, between the warmth of the fire, the warmth of the gryphon, and the warmth of the man, it was tempting to force him into it.
