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@wilyacme​ sent a distress call : While Ardaka seemed peaceful sleeping away like he was, Vanx didn’t care—she needed him, so she snuffled right into his ear.

𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, the kariian scarcely budged as a nose nuzzled into his cheek. someone was trying to wake him, he knew it, but didn’t care. he was tired, exhausted, and needed the rest.  ( not that it seemed to matter to a certain little cub. )  he was asleep, still, but aware of her presence, feelers twitching as her weight indented the silken sheets. 

ardaka’s dreams were interrupted abruptly at the noise of a familiar huffing at his ear– it flicked immediately, gently thwaping vanx in the nose as it did. a gentle trill vibrated in the elder kariian’s throat, and initially he turned his head to press it face-first into the pillows. it was brief, though, and when it craned towards his company, his expression was screwed into a half scowl.

❝ you’re interrrupting my beauty sleep, ❞   he grumbled, the phrase one he’d picked up from vin long ago. he reached out slowly, sluggishly but carefully, and a massive paw thwacked into vanx’s side to knock her over. despite her mewl as she toppled over, it was a gesture born out of affection and endearment-- even if she did wake him up.

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reminded by @vin-robles .. BUUT

When Vin and Ardaka have children, Ardaka actually carries them in a pouch after they’re born. For Vin, the birth process is pretty... well, anticlimactic. In the womb, Kariians require a lot of nutrients for the brief time that they’re gestating in there, but otherwise they finish developing inside of a Kariian parent’s pouch.

Because of this, having a child is muuuch more of a 50/50 process, and Vin spends pretty much just as much time having to take care of Ardaka as he does having to take care of her.

“Yeah, attractive.” She turns her head aside, nuzzling her cheek in where her chin had been. “And an idiot sometimes, but I like ‘em dumb. More fun that way.”

Her arms wrap tighter, giving him a little squeeze. Just in case he didn’t get that she was kidding.

     Ardaka snorted. He wouldn’t have taken the insult seriously anyway, even if she meant it. In a strange way, he almost liked the nicknames she gave him; it made him feel like there wasn’t at least a thousand years of baggage hanging ever-present over his shoulders. So he purred quietly, turning his own head enough to catch a kiss to her cheek.

“Hhhhhrgh you know I can’t be mad at you when you do that.” Which is, of course, the point. Not being mad, that is.

Grumbling, Vin slings her arms around the back of his neck and hugs him close, resting her chin in the fluff atop his head. “C’mere you dumb attractive asshole.”

He tilts his head upwards just slightly, one ear bending underneath the weight of her chin, and gazes up at her in a way someone might call adoring, albeit he blinks and lets his eyes fall shut soon after.

“Stop being so down on yourself, you big dumb baby.”

A retort builds up, but instead, Ardaka responds with a huff, leaning in to press his forehead to her chest as reddish-pink magenta colors his ears.

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100% enjoys being controlled and having control taken away from him if (and this is a very big if) he trusts the person who is taking it. He loves not needing to think about a moment and having someone else decide what he’s doing.