LET'S HAVE A CANDLELIT DINNER, PRINCIPESSA // p, Aphra

JORMUNGAND

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She seemed to accept the fact that he wasn't leaving anytime soon. The decision was made with a huff and a shrug and suggestion he should introduce himself. "The name's Jormungand, but you can call me Jor." He offered with a half smile, noting that she didn't make any threatening moves towards him. Good. So the kitty was kinda smart. "Hello Aphra Cipher, pleased to meet you."
He watched her give in to temptation and dip her head to take a bite, occasionally glancing at him sideways in order to make sure he didn't do anything sneaky. Why would he? Here he was, in enemy territory, sharing a meal with a hot woman. He certainly wasn't complaining, and by the looks of it, Aphra wasn't going to either. She decided to let him sit next to her after all.
Finishing part of his meal he lifted his head to face her crouched form. "Y'know, you're kind of pretty, princessa." He crooned into her ear before continuing to tear into the meat. Sure, when two predators share a meal, there's bound to be contact between teeth as they clash against one another, and Jor deliberately touched his muzzle against hers more than once, careful not to keep contact for too long. Should she protest he'd simply shrug and say it was an accidental brush since they were both eating.

#psychosocial.