Greatwater Lake i don't like human nature unless all candied over with art

time feels dilated as he is met with no resistance, settling over her. more a large blanket than a threat, but it is strange -- he's never been so close to someone who wasn't his immediate family. he can feel the lines of her, where they meet him, where he spills over her. a fierce blush rises from his neck across his cheeks, hidden by the thick dark fur of his face. "guess so," okeanos stammers out, unsure what the proper protocol here is -- does he get up? does he make another move? 

in the end, he opts for what feels the most natural and moves to curl his teeth against her nape, where it meets her shoulder, in a gentle mimicry of roughhousing. his eyes search for hers as he does, a little nervous, but maybe more curious, repeating his previous question nonverbally: like this now?