@qilinnedsin sent — Fine. If Ayerscarpe so insists. The Qilin parks herself between his legs, a rubber brush in one hand, and a couple of hair ties in the other. "Here. Knock yourself out." Leizi huffs at him, before averting indigo oculars elsewhere.
He’s tempted to snark at the disconnect between the blonde’s words and her actions, but the wave of jolting tingles that shoot up his legs as they close in around against her is more than enough to convince him to keep his mouth shut—save for a low hiss of contentment at the contact.
Fingers graze cautiously over the Qilin’s, inciting more sparks to dance along where skin touches skin. Another soft sound looses from his lips, dangerously close to Leizi’s pointed ear. But, he manages to take the brush and hair ties without too much distraction.
For now.
...It doesn’t last long. No sooner than he begins combing the brush through her hair does Ayerscarpe’s cheek settle against the golden mane. Strands cling to galvanized skin, prompting soft sighs from the Cautus.
