[ The hand on Siffrin's back slides to settle on his waist, the feeling of it underneath his palm a familiar thing. Strange that it is, given he only held it on one occasion several weeks ago.
That look on their face is one he can't resist, his ears twitching slightly at the sight, and he smiles. ]
Is that a command?
[ He hopes so, but he wants to hear Siffrin say it. Maybe this is his form of bullying. ]
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That look on their face is one he can't resist, his ears twitching slightly at the sight, and he smiles. ]
Is that a command?
[ He hopes so, but he wants to hear Siffrin say it. Maybe this is his form of bullying. ]