[ He preens at this, and considers throwing out some other attack at her in a really limited capacity, thinks better of it, and marvels once more at the feeling of moving a thumb to brush at her scalp ]
You're squishy, but your head's hard. [ ... How does he explain this, uh-- he gestures vaguely at his own head with a free hand, but then realizes just as quickly that his head is probably hard now too. But what he's trying to imply is that the human head is quite rigid around the skull. Not that his wasn't too, but where it met the neck, around his snout, in his normal form, that was pretty... not squishy, but also not as tight.
He thinks. ]
Thanks.
[ Because it was not, after all, a given that he would be good at petting ]
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You're squishy, but your head's hard. [ ... How does he explain this, uh-- he gestures vaguely at his own head with a free hand, but then realizes just as quickly that his head is probably hard now too. But what he's trying to imply is that the human head is quite rigid around the skull. Not that his wasn't too, but where it met the neck, around his snout, in his normal form, that was pretty... not squishy, but also not as tight.
He thinks. ]
Thanks.
[ Because it was not, after all, a given that he would be good at petting ]