Ruckus is sort of drifting while Kellen talks, like it's a white noise he's been waiting patiently for just so he could get some restful sleep. But like a dog and an intruder, he doesn't trust the situation enough to let himself fall asleep with Kellen so intent on hovering.
Leech's hovering is starting to feel a lot more relaxing now.
He feels much too much like he's layed out like a dead body, once again trying to shift a little just to change it to a more defensive angle, but a few muscle twitches and a tensing of his still sculpted abdominal muscles reminds him he isn't up to that sort of complicated decision making yet.
Closing both eyes for a moment to breath steadily, he mumbles a response to the conversation he's only sort of a part of, "Don'... trust dolphins. Like that."
It takes a few tics to register that his sexual prowess is being discussed, and instead of defense, he just smirks sideways, knowing he has nothing to worry about in that department.
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Date: 2012-10-09 03:14 am (UTC)Leech's hovering is starting to feel a lot more relaxing now.
He feels much too much like he's layed out like a dead body, once again trying to shift a little just to change it to a more defensive angle, but a few muscle twitches and a tensing of his still sculpted abdominal muscles reminds him he isn't up to that sort of complicated decision making yet.
Closing both eyes for a moment to breath steadily, he mumbles a response to the conversation he's only sort of a part of, "Don'... trust dolphins. Like that."
It takes a few tics to register that his sexual prowess is being discussed, and instead of defense, he just smirks sideways, knowing he has nothing to worry about in that department.