His abdomen, is where his fur is the softest. Do feel free to have a touch, nay, a feel.

(( my boy is looking PRETTY

Thinking about. . . bellies.

charmed, i’m sure.

sat atop his balcony, in a thin gown. he hums, idly perusing the pages of a book.

shuffling beneath the sheets. late night. tired jackal.

ah — ! “ there are stairs, titus. “ he jests, welcoming the much larger man.

(( I fold for serpentine characters

not to be dramatic, but he may die if he doesn’t receive attention immediately.

Watching, in silence. He can’t help but find Q’s focused gaze to be overly endearing.

Amsu opts to not disturb the serpent. For now, at least. He merely hums, before gently splaying himself across the other man’s ‘lap’. Warm. . .

Dire, isn’t it? Such a poor soul. Perhaps he can find salvation, in the company of a /fellow/ jackal.

Amsu’s tail quickly begins to sway to and fro. His ears flicker, roused by the immediate attention. “ Any luck, dear? “ He murmurs, ensuring that he remains quiet.

“ It seems such a waste. A tragedy, no doubt. “ Amsu splays himself out further, stretching atop Q’s vast, scaled form. “ The realm is lucky, to have someone who can still remember what was lost to the ashes. “

His studies have left him feeling rather. . . irate. He’s in need of a distraction. Immediately.

(( don’t wanna go go work tomorrow 💔💔💔

(( I brought him back