Barrow Fields i would ask, almost insist, on treating you kind and fair

fearing rebuke despite his unfurled position, tachyon's eyelids pulled tight. he remained supine for a moment, feeling lusca shift over him none-too delicately. a silence stretched between them, followed by a suspicious 'slurp'.

tachyon pried a single eye open, a sharp report of his bright yellow gaze settling on the unsettling length of drool that hung like a tattered rope from lusca's slender jowls. he recoiled visibly, his head practically disappearing into his throat fluff. with a groan he brought his paws over his face and emitted a hoarse whine of disgust, ears pinned shut to ward off any potential unwanted saliva-inbound visitation.