[When Myr agrees, Hector hesitates over the tin, seeking out the perfect bite-sized morsel to offer up to the deer. The flirtation he tacks on have him awkwardly clearing his throat. A reminder of Hector's completely uninhibited petting of Myr's sleek fur...and his ears, until Myr had gently cautioned him to pause.
There's a small comfort in the fact that Myr can't see him blush. He takes a breath, and forces himself to settle on a piece. He lifts it, lets it drip a droplet of honey back into the tin, and brings it slowly to Myr's lips.]
Open. [He prompts, though he doubts Myr needs the prompting when they're leaned in close like this, with the honeyed treat just barely grazing against his lips.]
I, um, recall that you had a talent yourself.
[Hector wasn't the only one petting that night, at least.]
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There's a small comfort in the fact that Myr can't see him blush. He takes a breath, and forces himself to settle on a piece. He lifts it, lets it drip a droplet of honey back into the tin, and brings it slowly to Myr's lips.]
Open. [He prompts, though he doubts Myr needs the prompting when they're leaned in close like this, with the honeyed treat just barely grazing against his lips.]
I, um, recall that you had a talent yourself.
[Hector wasn't the only one petting that night, at least.]