Loxley seems confident, anyway. There's a list forwards, like the temptation had been to go with her when nipped, but pausing at her answer. "Then I'd say I like that just as well." The bedframe complains only slightly ominously (you get used to it, maybe) as he pushes himself up to sit, carelessly pushing bedthings out of the way as he settles his back against the board.
Fixes his hair, while he has a second, just a quick swoop of long fingers past the blunt connections of horns and skull. Likely this is the only twitch towards self-consciousness he's shown, or will, comfortable with all his clothing on the floor, the relaxed stretch of his posture.
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Loxley seems confident, anyway. There's a list forwards, like the temptation had been to go with her when nipped, but pausing at her answer. "Then I'd say I like that just as well." The bedframe complains only slightly ominously (you get used to it, maybe) as he pushes himself up to sit, carelessly pushing bedthings out of the way as he settles his back against the board.
Fixes his hair, while he has a second, just a quick swoop of long fingers past the blunt connections of horns and skull. Likely this is the only twitch towards self-consciousness he's shown, or will, comfortable with all his clothing on the floor, the relaxed stretch of his posture.