shotgun diplomacy.

           ( terrific. )

mhm. sounds awful. time is abundant but not t’be wasted.

[More like horrific.]

Honestly. But no one seems to understand that. Especially not personifications.

The movements seemed to be impressively controlled, gently while her nose nudged against him with a low groan. A sound that seemed to come from the depth of its belly, beneath the shadows and the swift curl of what could have been fur but sometimes the points would harden and become sharp — It slammed against the roof of Fear’s mouth, almost pushing it pass blackened lips.

In hindsight, the appearance itself was entirely grotesque. Long legs stretched out across the surface of the bed with its body resting against Regret’s. The back of its head squished against the man’s chest while it made continuous chuffing noising against his neck. Its tail has already made itself comfortable, draping the long, shadowy thing over Regret’s legs where it seemed to wag and twitch as long digits scratched along the expanse of its neck. Fear’s pelt seemed to ripple, another disorted purr running through its body.

The way it sits up is far too quick. A series of movements that happen in a blink of an eye, followed back a quiet whining noise. Its large body shifts up while a paw paps gently on Regret’s chest. It’s a simple motion, even as it leaned down to press its wet nose to his.

[Even Regret isn't used to the idea that any true form can be non-threatening. He's so used to himself, or Gale, and generally anyone without a single gentle bone (if there are bones at all) left in their bodies. He wouldn't even trust his own true form if given the chance to be anything but dangerous. So the fact that his wife is either a world-devouring monster or, with him, an enormous puppy wanting plenty of attention, is a novel concept that he's enjoying.

He is a special case, and he relishes that.

He listens to that sound she makes, somewhere between a groan and a pleased purr. All of this attention directed at her seems to make her terribly happy, so there's no reason for him to stop. The animal's halfway on top of him anyway, head on his chest. After a moment he feels something fluffy pretty much covering him. He figures it's her tail and grins a little. He mostly knows it's her tail since it's twitching as he continues to scratch along her neck. 

Then it sits up, and Regret immediately stills on instinct to see what she does.

He blinks as a paw ends up on his chest, and suddenly they are nose-to-nose. He can't help but laugh a little.]