It's odd, to be directed to lay in his lap this way. Such an act is something he typically reserves for...well. He pushes that thought from his mind, and simply allows Cid to do this, petting him as if he were some animal. It's oddly soothing, and he doesn't know what to make of that.
Besides, that question sticks with him, even if he doesn't answer it immediately. Instead he chooses to think on how to answer it. At Cid's offering, he peers at him, staring at hims expectantly, his silent invitation for him to go on.
His ears flicking a little when Cid rubs them in certain places, while others make him tilt his head into the rubbing. He doesn't seem to notice he's doing this.]
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[He does, he simply can't recognize it as such.
It's odd, to be directed to lay in his lap this way. Such an act is something he typically reserves for...well. He pushes that thought from his mind, and simply allows Cid to do this, petting him as if he were some animal. It's oddly soothing, and he doesn't know what to make of that.
Besides, that question sticks with him, even if he doesn't answer it immediately. Instead he chooses to think on how to answer it. At Cid's offering, he peers at him, staring at hims expectantly, his silent invitation for him to go on.
His ears flicking a little when Cid rubs them in certain places, while others make him tilt his head into the rubbing. He doesn't seem to notice he's doing this.]