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He uttered a soft, surprised trill when the warm, gentle pressure lifted from his shoulders, and his name was spoken. He blinked, surprised and groggy, and licked his lips as they pulled into a smile when she kissed the bridge of his muzzle. He stretched, making a faint squeaking sound as he did, and leaned against her, uttering a small, purring rumble as he wiggled against her side until he'd rolled over onto his back, still glued to the side of her. Licking and smacking his lips together, he settled the flat of his head onto the ground, closed his eyes, and being very much the pre-teen he was, he drew in a breath and exhaled a long, low moan. Mouth still slightly open, he allowed his tongue to hang out- and began to pretend that he was snoring.