[ it occurs, however vaguely, to him that he should probably just apologise and beat a hasty retreat with the appropriate self-recriminations, but something inside of him has shifted, something inside him wants more, an itch under his skin that only jakurai seems to know to soothe, to sate.
he watches that tail wag, those ears perking just like his, and doppo comes closer, hungry for more. he's coming close, close, feeling recklessly bold, territorial, even if nothing in him wants to pick a fight. no, it's the opposite.
he steps just barely into jakurai's personal space now, taking in the good doctor's heady, incredible scent, and he resists the urge to nip. ]
Yes, please. What -- did you do, when you became Sanguis...? And you feel like -- you just want everything.
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he watches that tail wag, those ears perking just like his, and doppo comes closer, hungry for more. he's coming close, close, feeling recklessly bold, territorial, even if nothing in him wants to pick a fight. no, it's the opposite.
he steps just barely into jakurai's personal space now, taking in the good doctor's heady, incredible scent, and he resists the urge to nip. ]
Yes, please. What -- did you do, when you became Sanguis...? And you feel like -- you just want everything.