[North tries his best to stifle a snicker when he sees York chewing on the back of the cap.]
No, but if you wanted to try collars there are better ways to ask.
[He says even as he automatically crosses the room and sits down next to York, wrapping his arms around his knees and cloaking his legs with his wings.
He has sharper teeth than usual, when he smiles. He reaches over to gently pull York's hand from his fur, ready to hold his hand if he has to to get him to stop itching it.]
Don't scratch.
[As he unconsciously scrapes his claws over his own chest, along the itchy edge of the white ruff of fur around his neck.]
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No, but if you wanted to try collars there are better ways to ask.
[He says even as he automatically crosses the room and sits down next to York, wrapping his arms around his knees and cloaking his legs with his wings.
He has sharper teeth than usual, when he smiles. He reaches over to gently pull York's hand from his fur, ready to hold his hand if he has to to get him to stop itching it.]
Don't scratch.
[As he unconsciously scrapes his claws over his own chest, along the itchy edge of the white ruff of fur around his neck.]