Hideaway Strath I want to do all the things your lungs do so well

She’s nuzzling her head beneath his own and he’s tilting his chin down to lap at the top of her head with a black tongue. Confirming that he is now allowed to go with her he sighs and nods. “Good.” Is all he says before she’s moving out of his grasp. A humorously frustrated huff is released from his maw. He wasn’t done cuddling.

He continues following her nonetheless, moving into step right beside her form. Her voice is stern when she talks next and Kyn is looking down to her expectantly. He scoffs playfully. “I’m probably the one that’s gonna get hurt, darling.” He’s stating it dryly. “But yes, I’ll shut my trap and let you do all the talking. How about that?” He asks, a smile forming on his maw. “When do you want to go?”