( unfortunately easy. aventurine considers it a win, a plan back on track the moment kirma holds his face, though he finds that the touch burns slightly. he's used to guns being aimed at him, his chest, his face. he's used to rough treatment and betting his life as the chip of most and least worth. he's not used to whatever this is -
nor is he used to acting the part, yet does so, still, with masterful ease. leans against the touch, nearly purrs against it. his tail sways gently, and he brings his hands to rest on kirma's chest, gently. out of all the parts aventurine can play, this is the one he's least confident in.
at the very least, he can still muster back on his face that foxian smile of his. )
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nor is he used to acting the part, yet does so, still, with masterful ease. leans against the touch, nearly purrs against it. his tail sways gently, and he brings his hands to rest on kirma's chest, gently. out of all the parts aventurine can play, this is the one he's least confident in.
at the very least, he can still muster back on his face that foxian smile of his. )
Then what face would you say suits me?