"I didn't say it would be smart, just that it was possible." He could leave it as a wry retort, but instead he opens his eyes.
"...But have you ever tried?"
It's been a long time now since Asmodeus spoke up, but it's a warm rumble that seems at home in the little scene they've made. He really is darling, isn't he.
Perhaps it's reassurance that he's not taking offense at the turn in conversation; perhaps it's an insidiously gentle reminder that he is, in fact, still listening to it; perhaps he was just that profoundly amused.
He goes briefly very still, stops petting the cat when he first 'hears' Asmodeus.
He's certainly not short on optimism... It's the only thing he can manage, between a desire to relax further and bask in the warmth and a return of more awareness and caution.
...and the awareness that he misses his father's physical presence, while also very much not wanting it.
Nothing here is simple or clear.
He resumes the petting. "I have not, do not intend to, and will not - thank you." What the actual fuck, though. "It sounds incredibly painful."
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"...But have you ever tried?"
It's been a long time now since Asmodeus spoke up, but it's a warm rumble that seems at home in the little scene they've made. He really is darling, isn't he.
Perhaps it's reassurance that he's not taking offense at the turn in conversation; perhaps it's an insidiously gentle reminder that he is, in fact, still listening to it; perhaps he was just that profoundly amused.
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He's certainly not short on optimism... It's the only thing he can manage, between a desire to relax further and bask in the warmth and a return of more awareness and caution.
...and the awareness that he misses his father's physical presence, while also very much not wanting it.
Nothing here is simple or clear.
He resumes the petting. "I have not, do not intend to, and will not - thank you." What the actual fuck, though. "It sounds incredibly painful."