Who: Cloud Strife, Scáthach, Geralt of Rivia, Prompto Argentum, and Tifa Lockhart. When: Throughout Feb. Where: Aefenglom, Aefenglom forest, beyond the borders. What: Closed threads. New meetings, old meetings, more. Warnings: Fightystuff.
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.
[ There's not a whole lot that Zack can do about a wolf this size climbing onto his bed and doing everything in its power to sniff and then lick at his wounds. While he knows this comes out of a desire to help or make things better, it may as well be like salt in a wound, and he hisses as he tries to shove the wolf's face away from his back. ]
Look, I'm fine, really —
[ But as Zack gets a better look, fully waking up, he can now see that the wolf's legs are covered in mud, which is being tracked all over the place. He'd take this over blood every time, but it does mean that he is yet again faced with the ordeal of having to clean it all up come morning.
So he can't quite hold back on a frustrated groan. Cloud, buddy, he loves you, but they really need to work out a better system for this... ]
You know, if you wanted to play, all you had to do was ask.
[ At this point he gives up on any thoughts of sleep and shifts around until he can sit up, his wings fanning out on the bed behind him. A small laugh escapes him as he shakes his head at his visitor. ]
[A quiet whine (and mlems around the fingers!) are his response to having his face gently shoved away from where he's very clearly helping, and, oblivious to the mud, the groan of frustration, and the general expression on Zack's face at the lot of it, he lifts himself from the bed to attempt to curve around the other, to resume helping.
...Except it's not happening, is it. A few gentle shoves later and he's reduced to sitting down, again, his head tilting ever so at the sight of wings fanned out behind the other. A brief, small attempt at a bork comes at it- because yeah, it's his first time seeing them. Of course he's confused. He gets up again, and paces some, and then finally...
Yeah. He went there.
Zack's lap should suddenly he full of wolf, as he lies down, right atop it. Worse, his (Muddy. Filthy.) belly's on full show, legs sticking up and wobbling slightly in anticipation at what may come.
[ Between the head tilt and that somewhat restrained bark, Zack can gather that the wolf is a little confused about his full moon changes. It would make sense, since in this form, Cloud's never seen them. Maybe he hasn't even seen them when he's human, as they tend to avoid each other during this time. Zack's always seen that as a bad idea, honestly.
If they planned this all out in advance, he wouldn't have to deal with rude awakenings. He'd just know this was a part of the full moon experience and plan for it. That's something he can discuss with Cloud later, though.
Still, here they are. There's little point in complaining about it now. Somehow, this full-grown wolf covered in mud ends up sprawling out on his lap, and there's really no questioning what he wants.
Zack stares down for a moment, then up to the wolf's bright, expectant eyes. Man, if Cloud knew about this, he'd never forgive him for going along with it. But he's also not going to remember, so... ]
Is that really all you wanted? Couldn't it have waited?
[ For all his grumbling, Zack's smiling to himself as he reaches down to administer the belly rub, though it's not soft stroking so much as an aggressive shake. That seems to fit better with the wolf's general energy level. Of course, it also means that soon enough Zack's hand is covered in mud. ]
Yeesh. You know, we should probably clean you off first...
[ What goes on as a wolf stays between Zack and the wolf, and honestly? It's about the only way he's ever going to be able to handle this kind of thing. At the moment? He's having the time of his life, and perhaps, through their bond, next to all the excitement in the world, Zack would feel all the affection in the world surge as an accompaniment.
His tail thumps at a pace that can only be considered double time, and his maw parts, tongue lolling out at the side of his jaws. Yes, this is good. The aggressiveness of the bellyrub is... well, very good indeed, and it's a good, long bellyrub indeed before the wolf flips himself back over again, raising its head to steal (if it's quick enough) a tiny lick to whatever free part of Zack which was closest.
And. It gets off him- depositing itself on the other side of Zack's bed. It curls up, and then closes its eyes. Bedtime? Seemed it, if the dim light of sunrise through his window is any indication.
[ That lick manages to catch Zack on the elbow, drawing a startled laugh out of him. He's not sure how this wolf gets away thinking that it can just plop down wherever it wants to sleep, and in truth, Zack should just kick it off of the bed and make it sleep on the floor. You know, like he might do if it was an actual dog.
Except the thing is, it's also Cloud. Cloud, who's usually doing his best to make sure that they're nowhere near each other during the full moon. It feels like Zack needs to encourage this behavior, even if it's only registered on a subconscious level. ]
Look, if you're going do that? You better make room.
[ And so Zack reaches over and shoves, making sure that the wolf is situated at the other edge of the bed, leaving enough space for him. Given that he's got wings to try and fit in as well, suffice to say it's a tight squeeze. Eventually he does find a way, even if it does mean his wings are partly on the floor, draped over the side of the mattress.
The morning is going to be interesting, but Zack will deal with that later. He's tired enough that he isn't going to give this entire strange situation too much thought right now. ]
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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.]
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Look, I'm fine, really —
[ But as Zack gets a better look, fully waking up, he can now see that the wolf's legs are covered in mud, which is being tracked all over the place. He'd take this over blood every time, but it does mean that he is yet again faced with the ordeal of having to clean it all up come morning.
So he can't quite hold back on a frustrated groan. Cloud, buddy, he loves you, but they really need to work out a better system for this... ]
You know, if you wanted to play, all you had to do was ask.
[ At this point he gives up on any thoughts of sleep and shifts around until he can sit up, his wings fanning out on the bed behind him. A small laugh escapes him as he shakes his head at his visitor. ]
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...Except it's not happening, is it.
A few gentle shoves later and he's reduced to sitting down, again, his head tilting ever so at the sight of wings fanned out behind the other. A brief, small attempt at a bork comes at it- because yeah, it's his first time seeing them. Of course he's confused. He gets up again, and paces some, and then finally...
Yeah.
He went there.
Zack's lap should suddenly he full of wolf, as he lies down, right atop it. Worse, his (Muddy. Filthy.) belly's on full show, legs sticking up and wobbling slightly in anticipation at what may come.
Belly rub??]
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If they planned this all out in advance, he wouldn't have to deal with rude awakenings. He'd just know this was a part of the full moon experience and plan for it. That's something he can discuss with Cloud later, though.
Still, here they are. There's little point in complaining about it now. Somehow, this full-grown wolf covered in mud ends up sprawling out on his lap, and there's really no questioning what he wants.
Zack stares down for a moment, then up to the wolf's bright, expectant eyes. Man, if Cloud knew about this, he'd never forgive him for going along with it. But he's also not going to remember, so... ]
Is that really all you wanted? Couldn't it have waited?
[ For all his grumbling, Zack's smiling to himself as he reaches down to administer the belly rub, though it's not soft stroking so much as an aggressive shake. That seems to fit better with the wolf's general energy level. Of course, it also means that soon enough Zack's hand is covered in mud. ]
Yeesh. You know, we should probably clean you off first...
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His tail thumps at a pace that can only be considered double time, and his maw parts, tongue lolling out at the side of his jaws. Yes, this is good. The aggressiveness of the bellyrub is... well, very good indeed, and it's a good, long bellyrub indeed before the wolf flips himself back over again, raising its head to steal (if it's quick enough) a tiny lick to whatever free part of Zack which was closest.
And. It gets off him- depositing itself on the other side of Zack's bed. It curls up, and then closes its eyes. Bedtime? Seemed it, if the dim light of sunrise through his window is any indication.
What do, Zack. Shift him, or..?]
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Except the thing is, it's also Cloud. Cloud, who's usually doing his best to make sure that they're nowhere near each other during the full moon. It feels like Zack needs to encourage this behavior, even if it's only registered on a subconscious level. ]
Look, if you're going do that? You better make room.
[ And so Zack reaches over and shoves, making sure that the wolf is situated at the other edge of the bed, leaving enough space for him. Given that he's got wings to try and fit in as well, suffice to say it's a tight squeeze. Eventually he does find a way, even if it does mean his wings are partly on the floor, draped over the side of the mattress.
The morning is going to be interesting, but Zack will deal with that later. He's tired enough that he isn't going to give this entire strange situation too much thought right now. ]