[ He backs up a little when Midnight topples over, tail lashing impatiently as he gives him as thorough a once over as his slightly addled mind can manage at the moment. Once it seems clear that there's no actual damage done, he bypasses the more delicate offer in favor of just rubbing his face against the outstretched hand.
If he has to reach up with both front paws and dig his claws in just a little to keep the hand exactly where he wants it, that's neither here nor there. He's not drawing blood, it's fine. ]
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If he has to reach up with both front paws and dig his claws in just a little to keep the hand exactly where he wants it, that's neither here nor there. He's not drawing blood, it's fine. ]
I don't want to touch your face.