( has grabbed Livio by the neck and forced him down to his height so he can pet the top of his head. big fleshy-furry-mole-bear-dog-wolf thing… )

don’t cry.. it’s going to be alright. ( preoccupied with petting. very, very cute. he’s maybe a little distracted. )

( legato sits down and properly gives his head a big hug. yellow eyes peering into big black ones. ) i’m sure you must feel awful… i’m sorry, starlight.

( legato watches and her first knee-jerk reaction guides her, grabbing at the paws to try to pull them closer. come on, she’s not made of glass. )

( legato guides the paws to touch against her as best they can. unafraid. ) much better.

i’m right here. i’m not going to move an inch away from you if i can help it.

( that’s okay. sometimes a good cry is needed, especially in a scenario like this where one is unable to do much else about it. petting at his head still, wanting to soothe. )

( oh ! big gal.. putting his hands ontop of his head. pat, pat. )

comfortable like this ? ( he moves his arms to yank livio closer. big lapdog. )

uh huh, uh huh.. ( petting at his head before moving to scratch at his ears. )

really, you’re just like an oversized cat now. ( scratch, scratch, scratch. )

Greed is a virtue of the devil...,. She does not need two tangerines .....

( legato, the light sleeper that he is, immediately wakes up and screws his eyes in the dark towards the door. squinting. ) mmgh ? ( he says, intelligently. )

ahh ? ( still disorientated, legato shifts his head down to see the big thing and remembers. ) ohh.. livio.. what’re you whining about…?

( his pants… ) hi, livio. i’ll get up, sorry. ( pushing up from the bed, hair sticking out every which way like he was electrified. )

( up legato goes ! trailing to the kitchen. ) what do i feed you like this ..? hmm. maybe some bacon.

( legato chuckles, but gets right to work. putting about as much bacon as he can into a pan and yawning.. sleepy.. )

give me a minute.. i have to get this started for you and juno. i need you both fed. ( putting some salt and paper in the pan before turning to pet at him. grabbing the sides of his head and moving his hands about, fluffy beast ! ! )

( currently sitting on the couch, a multitude of blankets slipping out of place as he adjusts to make way with the cat trying to climb up him like he’s a mere tree. ) quit it. stop it, you heathen.

compassion is humanity’s undoing, her compassion ensures nothing but suffering in the end. canon horō event.