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[he laughs before rising to his feet and going over to his bag]

[ falls onto her side and kicks her hind legs in the air as if she could slash through the harness. she can't. her claws aren't even close to it. she growls, wriggling back and forth and growling louder and louder and... just making herself into more of a mess. the tentacles are more tangled up whenever seto returns and she's just laying on her back starting up at him; eyes narrowed. ]

[Well he was retrieving a few things to attempt target practice, but when he gets back and sees her tangled up he heaves a sigh and sets them aside.]

Easier than I expected, and yet I somehow didn't expect you to be just as much of a disaster in this form. I'll take things slower.

[He reaches out to try to tug a tentacle free]

[ and the moment he touched the tentacle he’s going to get charmed. look, she’s capable of trying to cull him like a siren too. now how about leaving that dumb bag of tricks along and paying all of your attention to her! ]

[His tug of her tentacle turns into an affectionate stroke.

He blinks down at her for a moment, confused.]

[ heh heh heh ]

[ moving closer she gently bumps her head into him. she doesn’t think she’ll be able to get him to remove this pesky harness, but she does happen to believe there had been more of them in that dreaded bag of his. ]

[ with a bit more fussing she manages to get the tentacle free, which she immediately uses to loosely coil around his middle. mine. ]

[Even with strange feelings of affection his natural instinct isn't towards cuddling, but the possessiveness resonates, at least, and he runs his hand over her head before straightening her harness and using it to hold her close.]

[ she doesn't seem to mind this in the slightest, because she's got a possessive streak like this too. he's hers just as much as she's his. no one is going to tell her otherwise, and though she's 'calmed' she won't hesitate to attack anybody that tries to harm him or take him. she nuzzles up against his hand, tipping her head back and opening her maw to give it a good lick. ]

[He's not annoyed by the lick this time, and just rubs her head a few times]

...You're not that bad like this, actually.

[ all she hears is "not bad" and that's good, so she makes a low pleased growl as she circles him, bumping him affectionately with each pass to his front. she's got to make sure she commits him to memory, because he's just become the most important person to her dumb animal brain. once she does she's going to nudge him, trying to coax him backward, so she can flop onto him. ]

[He follows that encouragement to sprawl backwards, though he seems slightly confused as he does it.]

[ drapes her front half over his chest, so she can watch over him, and give him a dose of affection here and there. her tentacles seem keen on joining in, one of the rounded ones giving his face a stroke as the others just look for something to hold on to, be it his wrist or his leg or anything. ]

[ she lays her head down, content, but there's a slight rustle in the case to their left and immediately she bristles, growling at what could potentially be a threat... except that it's just a stray cat. she lets out some horrible inhuman scream, baring her teeth, and scaring it off, the tentacles all tightening around him. ]

[He shifts at the rustle as if to move to defend himself, but with her on top of him and her tentacles wrapped around him he can't actually move much. Her shriek makes him jump from that close, and his muscles are all tense when she tightens around him, sudden adrenaline making his heart race.

And yet somehow he's still not angry or upset at her restraining him, the sudden burst of energy with no obvious outlet very strange to feel, and he grunts.]

Hey...

[ her intention hadn't been to startle him, but she hadn't considered that. all she could think about was something or someone had gotten far too close to them. to him. and if it hadn't backed off, then she had been prepared to tear it to shreds. ]

[ looks at him when she's addressed. ]

[ ??? ]

[He pats her head again, absently, since that's where his arm is positioned.]

I'll tell you when I need your help, okay?

[Do dragonmonsters even understand language. Truly he could have planned this better]

[ she understands a little. enjoying the pets she nuzzles his hand again, and making a sound of acknowledgement. she'll let him up, taking a seat alongside him. was there something he wanted to do? ]

[Was there something he wanted to do...?

He sits up. Right.]

Do you want to practice?

[ she's more interested in doing OTHER things, but she can't convey that too easily... though perhaps the fact that she sticks closely to him and continues to nuzzle him is enough. either way, pleasing him in any fashion is definitely what she'd like to do, so she nods. ]

[ practice what,
well she's not sure,
but she'll go along with it. ]

[He's momentarily distracted by the nuzzling, and more importantly the fact that he still doesn't seem to mind it. Rather, he wants more of it. It's an unfamiliar feeling, and his brain struggles to interpret the desire. Usually she has to wear him down with sex before he's even willing to cuddle.

In his hand are some clay and inflatable targets, like for carnival shooting, but he just looks down at them for a moment, reluctant to make the distance needed .]

[ since he doesn't seem to mind it that's one less reason she has to stop it... though he does have the stuff in hand to do target practice. she should focus on that instead, right, because that's what he wants, right, ..? or is this what he wants??? ]

[ her tentacles all coil around him and tug him closer, her head pressing into his stomach as she rumbles low in her throat; kind of like she's purring. she's never felt this content before. it's nice. ]

[He drops the targets so he has a free hand to steady himself. The contact with his stomach makes him feel noticeably warm, and thoroughly distracting him from what he was intending to do. Instead he just grunts and shifts against her, restlessly stroking one of her tentacles as he tries to figure out his next move.]

[ she stills at the petting to the tentacles. oh. she keeps her gaze on the ground as the purring grows louder and louder, the tentacle he's petting coiling around his wrist and shuddering as it seems to really enjoy the attention seto's giving to it. should she do something for him return? do people like to be pet? another, stranger noise follows, because she's not sure how to proceed, but one of her other tentacles will gently stroke his chest. yes, this is good, right? ]

[It is good, enough so that it's disconcerting. He has the faint sense that this isn't right, that is's strange—but more than that, that he's losing somehow, that it's letting her take control exactly like he insisted she couldn't. That how much he likes this is a weakness.

But he knows how to deal with that part, and it's to turn it around on her.]

You like that, hmm? You want more?

[He strokes her tentacle more deliberately a few times before raising the wrist that it's wrapped around to his lips to mouth it gently.]

[ she's got no idea that he's analyzing her actions like that. all she's interested in doing is making him feel as good as he's making her feel. it's working though! since he thinks his enjoying it is a weakness. ]

[ but if she had even considering sparing that a thought it all goes flying out the window when he addresses her, because he takes her attention from what she's doing and puts it all on him, so that she's watching when he mouths the tentacle. ]

[ ohhhh. now he's teasing her. ]

[ she watches him for another couple of seconds before standing up on her hind legs and trying to knock him over, her tentacles all sliding over his front as she tries to force that one specific tentacle further into his mouth. ]

[ she liked it, seto,
a lot, but it seems like you've just opened up a can of worms,
because she absolutely wants more. ]

[He probably should have expected that.

He did not at all expect that strong of a reaction, however, so she catches him by surprise. His back hits the ground heavily as he topples, the impact knocking the wind out of him, though since his mouth is abruptly filled with a tentacle the sound he makes is muffled. It takes him a moment to recover his focus, but his body doesn't hesitate to react to her touches.]

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