[ He doesn't stop Takasugi, though. He just sits there, lowers his head, and takes it. Rarely does he feel someone's touch and allow it without consequence. But if it's Takasugi, it's fine. Maybe it's the imprinting? Maybe it's the way his Natural Soul has forged his body anew. Whatever it is, when Takasugi scratches behind his ears and praises him, it feels... nice. He would bite again as he always does, but he thinks about why Takasugi is doing this to begin with, and he relents. After all, if he were in Takasugi's place, he would want himself to accept what he was being given. Sometimes it's an even bigger joy than receiving.
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?!?!!?
??!?!?!?!!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!??
Now Rinne's the one red in the face. ]
I wasn't jealous.
[ He doesn't stop Takasugi, though. He just sits there, lowers his head, and takes it. Rarely does he feel someone's touch and allow it without consequence. But if it's Takasugi, it's fine. Maybe it's the imprinting? Maybe it's the way his Natural Soul has forged his body anew. Whatever it is, when Takasugi scratches behind his ears and praises him, it feels... nice. He would bite again as he always does, but he thinks about why Takasugi is doing this to begin with, and he relents. After all, if he were in Takasugi's place, he would want himself to accept what he was being given. Sometimes it's an even bigger joy than receiving.
Case in point: ]
D-don't let 'em kiss me...