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Hello there. My name is Sarnax of The Edelwood. Come, let me teach you the lessons of the Fire Lord, Garyx.
⋆｡˚.𓆈⋆⭒˚｡⋆｡˚.𓆈⋆⭒˚｡⋆｡˚.𓆈⋆⭒˚｡
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“Neither will I. Rest assured, no one will put you in the stocks. This city will burn before that happens.”
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I wanna fuck you like a centipede
Blogger's Note: Centipedes reproduce by the male leaving a spermatophore (sperm packet) on the ground for the female to pick up - no intercourse is involved.
*Does this to you next time you molt*
https://www.tumblr.com/immortalbeingz/790816869899747328
*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
“Mhm… A date.”
*He chuckles, scritching along his jaw on either side.*
*He leans into it like a big excitable doggy. His ass is kinda shaking with how much his tail wags.*
*Oh he is so endeared. Scritch scritch scritch, kiss kiss.*
*His eyes open slightly, looking up at him.*
“…I love you…”
*His eyes are shining.*
“I love you too, Sarnax…”
*He wants to kiss, but also. Scratches.*
…
*His hands find Clayton’s forearms, gently kneading.*
*He smiles, offering himself up to be Sarnax’s pin cushion.*
“Cute…~”
“……..Hm?”
*He laughs.*
“Exactly.”
*He leans up from his hands.*
“I did not hear what you said.”
“I called you cute, my dear.”
“……….Oh.”
*His tail is going to fly him to space.*
*He nods, planting a kiss on the tip of his snout.*
“Let’s keep walking, hm?”
*He offers his hand out.*
*He nods, and takes it. Kiss to the knuckles.*
*Squeeze. He leads the way.*
*Does this to you next time you molt*
https://www.tumblr.com/immortalbeingz/790816869899747328
*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
“Mhm… A date.”
*He chuckles, scritching along his jaw on either side.*
*He leans into it like a big excitable doggy. His ass is kinda shaking with how much his tail wags.*
*Oh he is so endeared. Scritch scritch scritch, kiss kiss.*
*His eyes open slightly, looking up at him.*
“…I love you…”
*His eyes are shining.*
“I love you too, Sarnax…”
*He wants to kiss, but also. Scratches.*
…
*His hands find Clayton’s forearms, gently kneading.*
*He smiles, offering himself up to be Sarnax’s pin cushion.*
“Cute…~”
“……..Hm?”
*He laughs.*
“Exactly.”
*He leans up from his hands.*
“I did not hear what you said.”
“I called you cute, my dear.”
“……….Oh.”
*His tail is going to fly him to space.*
*He nods, planting a kiss on the tip of his snout.*
“Let’s keep walking, hm?”
*He offers his hand out.*
*He nods, and takes it. Kiss to the knuckles.*
*Does this to you next time you molt*
https://www.tumblr.com/immortalbeingz/790816869899747328
*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
“Mhm… A date.”
*He chuckles, scritching along his jaw on either side.*
*He leans into it like a big excitable doggy. His ass is kinda shaking with how much his tail wags.*
*Oh he is so endeared. Scritch scritch scritch, kiss kiss.*
*His eyes open slightly, looking up at him.*
“…I love you…”
*His eyes are shining.*
“I love you too, Sarnax…”
*He wants to kiss, but also. Scratches.*
…
*His hands find Clayton’s forearms, gently kneading.*
*He smiles, offering himself up to be Sarnax’s pin cushion.*
“Cute…~”
“……..Hm?”
*He laughs.*
“Exactly.”
*He leans up from his hands.*
“I did not hear what you said.”
“I called you cute, my dear.”
“……….Oh.”
*His tail is going to fly him to space.*
*Does this to you next time you molt*
https://www.tumblr.com/immortalbeingz/790816869899747328
*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
“Mhm… A date.”
*He chuckles, scritching along his jaw on either side.*
*He leans into it like a big excitable doggy. His ass is kinda shaking with how much his tail wags.*
*Oh he is so endeared. Scritch scritch scritch, kiss kiss.*
*His eyes open slightly, looking up at him.*
“…I love you…”
*His eyes are shining.*
“I love you too, Sarnax…”
*He wants to kiss, but also. Scratches.*
…
*His hands find Clayton’s forearms, gently kneading.*
*He smiles, offering himself up to be Sarnax’s pin cushion.*
“Cute…~”
“……..Hm?”
*He laughs.*
“Exactly.”
*He leans up from his hands.*
“I did not hear what you said.”
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*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
“Mhm… A date.”
*He chuckles, scritching along his jaw on either side.*
*He leans into it like a big excitable doggy. His ass is kinda shaking with how much his tail wags.*
*Oh he is so endeared. Scritch scritch scritch, kiss kiss.*
*His eyes open slightly, looking up at him.*
“…I love you…”
*His eyes are shining.*
“I love you too, Sarnax…”
*He wants to kiss, but also. Scratches.*
…
*His hands find Clayton’s forearms, gently kneading.*
*He smiles, offering himself up to be Sarnax’s pin cushion.*
“Cute…~”
“……..Hm?”
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*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
“Mhm… A date.”
*He chuckles, scritching along his jaw on either side.*
*He leans into it like a big excitable doggy. His ass is kinda shaking with how much his tail wags.*
*Oh he is so endeared. Scritch scritch scritch, kiss kiss.*
*His eyes open slightly, looking up at him.*
“…I love you…”
*His eyes are shining.*
“I love you too, Sarnax…”
*He wants to kiss, but also. Scratches.*
…
*His hands find Clayton’s forearms, gently kneading.*
*Does this to you next time you molt*
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*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
“Mhm… A date.”
*He chuckles, scritching along his jaw on either side.*
*He leans into it like a big excitable doggy. His ass is kinda shaking with how much his tail wags.*
*Oh he is so endeared. Scritch scritch scritch, kiss kiss.*
*His eyes open slightly, looking up at him.*
“…I love you…”
*Does this to you next time you molt*
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*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
“Mhm… A date.”
*He chuckles, scritching along his jaw on either side.*
*He leans into it like a big excitable doggy. His ass is kinda shaking with how much his tail wags.*
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*He doubles in size.*
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*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*He is so aware, and so endeared.*
“Alright… It’s a date~”
*His tail whips around at that.*
“A date…”
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*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
“Perfect. I would love to take you and Shepherd to one, should we have the opportunity.”
“I would not mind that…..”
*He is barely listening.*
*Does this to you next time you molt*
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*He doubles in size.*
🔴\/🔴‼️‼️
🟤|🟤‼️‼️
*His skin deflates, leaving a saggy boy behind.*
“……..”
“Are you alright?! Did that hurt?”
“…It did not.”
*He pulls at his own skin, finding it comes off much easier.*
*He breathes out a sigh of relief.*
“Good… It looked painful to me.”
*He shakes his head.*
“It is akin to…cutting off hair.”
*He lowers his hood, getting some of the back.*
“I see…”
*His fingers brush his too-long hair tickling the back of his neck.*
“It would not hurt to find a barber, truth be told.”
“Perhaps there is one in the next town…”
“That would be wonderful…”
*He sighs softly.*
“I would also like to rest in a town for a few days, if at all possible. I’m a little drained, being on the road so constantly.”
*He nods.*
“I would not mind that…”
*He smiles at him.*
“Do you need help with your peeling? I’ll be gentle.”
*His tail flicks.*
“…………..Perhaps.”
*Said in a sort of not really way. He peels a hand.*
*He’s aware of the tone, at the very least. He nods.*
“Ask me if you need the help. No worries.”
*He nods back, putting a hand up his sleeve to peel further up. He looks like a kid trying to do that trick with the sleeve. You know the one.*
*He glances every so often, just making sure he doesn’t need the assistance.*
*He’s got his little skin bag tied to his tree belt and everything, he’s got a full system for this.*
*He kind of watches like he’s in awe, a master at his craft. Woag.*
*….. He catches him staring after a few minutes. He raises an eyebrow.*
*… He smiles.*
“You’re so pretty…”
*He blinks.*
“As are you, Clayton.”
*He flushes pink.*
“I don’t think I will ever be used to you saying that…”
“But it is true.”
*He reaches up, cupping his face in a clawed hand.*
“You are a very pretty man.”
*He leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his hand.*
“As are you, my dear…”
*He inhales, then nods slowly.*
“…Thank you….”
*He grins, planting one more kiss before stealing his hand for his own to hold. He squeezes once.*
“….. Can you tell me more about your childhood?”
*He blinks, then nods.*
"Is there anything…specific, you would like to know...?"
“Well… I know you did not have any siblings, per se… But was there anyone you were close to? Friends?”
“…I did, yes.”
“Would you like to tell me about them?”
*He rubs gently at Sarnax’s knuckles as they walk.*
“…In my earlier years… I was close to a group of four… Drita, Arsuqoxl, Ichishot, and Vish.”
*He smiles.*
“Oh? What were they all like?”
“I do not remember much… this was almost fifty years ago. Drita enjoyed rules, following and creating them. Arsuqoxl liked pretending to be an animal. Ichishot was a sensitive soul, and set himself on fire many times…. Vish was brave.”
*He hums softly, nodding along.*
“… They sound like a good group of friends. How did you fit into the equation? What were you like?”
“…I was quiet. I did not speak much until I was older. They…… did not seem to mind much.”
*He raises his lantern for a moment, looking into the flame.*
“…We grew apart after a time.”
“… Of course. That does tend to happen.”
*He nods.*
“…….What about you, Professor?”
“Ah… Well.”
*He clears his throat.*
“I had some… Acquaintances. But no one I would say I was close to.”
*He nods in understanding.*
“Well, it is good you have us, now.”
*He smiles softly.*
“It is good… I am thankful every day for it.”
*He tugs him down and kisses his cheek.*
*His pink cheeks turn rosy, and his smile grows. He plants one on the end of Sarnax’s snout.*
*He chuckles quietly, kissing his nose back.*
*He giggles softly, kissing his forehead next.*
“Handsome…~”
*His eyes widen slightly, pupils enlarging.*
“…I enjoyed the way you said that.”
“Did you? Good. I intended you to.”
*His smile turns into somewhat of a smirk.*
*He nods.*
“You’ve succeeded..”
“If I made you feel even half as good as you do me when you compliment me, then I believe I have.”
*He blinks, then takes his hand in both of his, lantern sort of third-wheeling.*
“I am incredibly lucky for you to have sought me out, or else I would have not met my two soulmates.”
*… He flushes bright red.*
“You think of me as your soulmate…?”
*He nods.*
“In our own way, yes.”
*He flexes his free hand, over and over again, a big stupid grin on his face.*
“I never thought I could be that for someone… I’m touched.”
*He slow blinks at him, then kisses his hand a few times, nipping at his index finger’s knuckle once.*
*!!!!! Slow blink back!!!!!*
*He crooks his finger up to scratch under Sarnax’s chin.*
*Ohhhhh his eyes shut. He leans fully into it, tail flicking happily.*
*He laughs softly, adding two more fingers for a proper scritch scritch.*
*Chirp. Chirp…*
*He coos, smiling.*
“I love all the little noises you make…”
*He cracks an eye open.*
“…You bring them out of me.”
“And I’m honored that I do…”
*One proper kiss to his lips.*
*He holds it for a few more seconds than needed, looking at him with soft eyes.*
*He smiles, cupping both of his cheeks and stroking his scales.*
“… Perhaps we can find a little theatre in the next town. Have you seen plays before?”
“I have.”
*If you count religious dances and the things they encountered in their expedition as such.*
