Hey, why're you twisting yourself up like that. Why can he smell blood. Why does something on your shoulder look like an injury. Hey, he can make it better.
His ears tilt forward curiously, and he parks his back end onto the bedsheets (and hey. Probably Zack's legs.) to sniff at his back. A series of light, small sniffs dances around the area of which one wing protrudes, and then a heavy huff.
....And yes. Mlems. They're probably uncomfortable. Possibly even painful. But he can't help it. He really, truly believes he's helping. And yes. As Zack's eyes get used to the dark, maybe he'd find the source of the smell.
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Hey, why're you twisting yourself up like that. Why can he smell blood. Why does something on your shoulder look like an injury. Hey, he can make it better.
His ears tilt forward curiously, and he parks his back end onto the bedsheets (and hey. Probably Zack's legs.) to sniff at his back. A series of light, small sniffs dances around the area of which one wing protrudes, and then a heavy huff.
....And yes. Mlems. They're probably uncomfortable. Possibly even painful. But he can't help it. He really, truly believes he's helping. And yes. As Zack's eyes get used to the dark, maybe he'd find the source of the smell.
And maybe his bed's covered in mud.]