[ the weight behind her ear is just as fine as a belly rub at its fullest; the pointed shell of the wolf’s ears fold and she extends her neck to receive, her eyes closing and her muzzle relaxing to lick her black lips. it was praise, all the same. praise is power, as much as prayer.
and oh, how much of it did she feel inside her bubble and warm. amaterasu even vocalizes gently with her mouth still shut, a soft, responding auuu— not much a whine and not a groan, but a pleased little thing in between. it’s here that she would like to say something in turn, but the words don’t come. allen is left in silence, and for a silence that’s too long for a conversation to successfully continue.
she notices, and lifts her head to turn her attention to her omen— who at the moment has enough on its plate, chattering and squealing with a great, dolphin grin when the small yellow golem follows its lead. it nods wildly and forgets words; it has a little friend it wants to balance on its snout like a ball, it wants to chase and laugh behind the twists and turns it leaves behind—
it definitely doesn’t hear the wolf huff, or ruff under her breath and flapping lips to get its attention. oh, well. if her eyes can be apologetic toward allen, they are, brief and fleeting as she stands from her sit and sniffs the boy from head to toe to wheels, sideways and behind, front to back, scraping her plush and changing coat against his legs and “fashionable sled”. what had happened here, she wondered? oh, there was so much to talk about, now. she has to, and thus, she has to find his omni.
allen will quickly find that all her insistent sniffing leads back to his front, his lap, and side— and purposely prodding her wet snout at his pockets. yes, where is your modern day notebook? bring that out.
don’t mind the tail wagging. she’s still pleased that she could help him and his friend. ]
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and oh, how much of it did she feel inside her bubble and warm. amaterasu even vocalizes gently with her mouth still shut, a soft, responding auuu— not much a whine and not a groan, but a pleased little thing in between. it’s here that she would like to say something in turn, but the words don’t come. allen is left in silence, and for a silence that’s too long for a conversation to successfully continue.
she notices, and lifts her head to turn her attention to her omen— who at the moment has enough on its plate, chattering and squealing with a great, dolphin grin when the small yellow golem follows its lead. it nods wildly and forgets words; it has a little friend it wants to balance on its snout like a ball, it wants to chase and laugh behind the twists and turns it leaves behind—
it definitely doesn’t hear the wolf huff, or ruff under her breath and flapping lips to get its attention. oh, well. if her eyes can be apologetic toward allen, they are, brief and fleeting as she stands from her sit and sniffs the boy from head to toe to wheels, sideways and behind, front to back, scraping her plush and changing coat against his legs and “fashionable sled”. what had happened here, she wondered? oh, there was so much to talk about, now. she has to, and thus, she has to find his omni.
allen will quickly find that all her insistent sniffing leads back to his front, his lap, and side— and purposely prodding her wet snout at his pockets. yes, where is your modern day notebook? bring that out.
don’t mind the tail wagging. she’s still pleased that she could help him and his friend. ]