A huff escapes him. Her fingers brush through his tail in what he can admit is an act he's surprised she hasn't tried earlier. Fuck knows everyone else has. His tail flicks almost unconsciously. He's not fluffy. ]
It gets in the way is what it is.
[ He's grumbling. He can't help it. ]
You work as a Witcher? [ She isn't one, physically; it isn't possible for one, even if it isn't easy to tell by a simple glance. But the sword, her scar—he wonders if he taught her to take a contract all the same. ]
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A huff escapes him. Her fingers brush through his tail in what he can admit is an act he's surprised she hasn't tried earlier. Fuck knows everyone else has. His tail flicks almost unconsciously. He's not fluffy. ]
It gets in the way is what it is.
[ He's grumbling. He can't help it. ]
You work as a Witcher? [ She isn't one, physically; it isn't possible for one, even if it isn't easy to tell by a simple glance. But the sword, her scar—he wonders if he taught her to take a contract all the same. ]