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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

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[puzzlekeeper]

[ What a good wingdragon. Literally.

King blinks in surprise for a moment before chuckling a little - one arm settling over Intensity's as his free hand brushes along her wing gratefully.

Perhaps blanket wings is something he should consider himself . . . ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Will continue to run his hand through King's hair until morale approves.

Just kidding. He wouldn't know what improved morale looked like if it hit him in the face.

But he'll continue as long as King seems to be relaxing a little.

How about less talking/arguing and more resting, Your Stressfulness.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Excuse you. He's FINE.

And while he does relax, bit by bit, there's no danger of him dozing off as there has been in times past. Though he does close his eyes against the feeling of those fingers in his hair, his own shifting to trace restless shapes over Intensity's free hand. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Cute...

It will be his gloved metal hand, since the flesh one is currently tangled in his hair. Intensity keeps it slightly warm, rolling his wrist when King's fingertips drift to the edges so they stay on the cloth and don't make contact with the hot metal.

He would say something.

But there is too great of a chance that he would fuck something up if he said something, so he decides to be quiet for now.]