[That was definitely not a fox now. The claws settling on her shoulders weren't what alarmed her, but the whisper of a human voice so close the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. That was a person--one Kaede recognized, but still a person.
...a person with fluffy tails that Kaede immediately wanted to touch, and seemed to be cognizant of that fact. They curled around her belly, and for once Kaede didn't recoil at the contact.
She did have questions, though.]
Eren?
[She couldn't see all of him, but with how close he was to her back her vectors would have no trouble reaching him. And a few did manifest, curling over his shoulders, a spectral hand pressing against his che--he wasn't wearing a shirt, was he. But the vectors didn't toss Eren away from her back, though they certainly thought about it from the way the telekinetic grasp tensed.
She didn't feel indignant and angry, or...she did, but those feelings were muddled in a tangled squiggle of things she was feeling. She was grumpy about being duped, but quietly appreciative that he was made of warm, and...had multiple chances to wreck her shit while she was mopey and weak, and hadn't yet. And the source of it all seemed to be that ruby again; her gem seemed rather pleased with things, glowing like an ember and pulsing with contentment and encouragement she was wholly unused to feeling.
Kaede hadn't changed much this time, at least not overtly. Her legs hadn't stretched into a scaled tail, and her body temperature wasn't entirely dependent on how close she was to a heater. But she still instinctively appreciated the warmth another person brought, and found herself leaning back against him before she thought to stop. And knowing, feeling that she wasn't alone made the serpentine thing in her mind coil up and bask in the attention.]
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...a person with fluffy tails that Kaede immediately wanted to touch, and seemed to be cognizant of that fact. They curled around her belly, and for once Kaede didn't recoil at the contact.
She did have questions, though.]
Eren?
[She couldn't see all of him, but with how close he was to her back her vectors would have no trouble reaching him. And a few did manifest, curling over his shoulders, a spectral hand pressing against his che--he wasn't wearing a shirt, was he. But the vectors didn't toss Eren away from her back, though they certainly thought about it from the way the telekinetic grasp tensed.
She didn't feel indignant and angry, or...she did, but those feelings were muddled in a tangled squiggle of things she was feeling. She was grumpy about being duped, but quietly appreciative that he was made of warm, and...had multiple chances to wreck her shit while she was mopey and weak, and hadn't yet. And the source of it all seemed to be that ruby again; her gem seemed rather pleased with things, glowing like an ember and pulsing with contentment and encouragement she was wholly unused to feeling.
Kaede hadn't changed much this time, at least not overtly. Her legs hadn't stretched into a scaled tail, and her body temperature wasn't entirely dependent on how close she was to a heater. But she still instinctively appreciated the warmth another person brought, and found herself leaning back against him before she thought to stop. And knowing, feeling that she wasn't alone made the serpentine thing in her mind coil up and bask in the attention.]