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When Big and Infinite first encounter each other, it takes a while for the latter to get used to Big's behavior. So... nonchalant, yet seeming to look right through him. He can tell the man is not the most socially apt, his intelligence reflected more in what he's able to craft. Recovering from his wounds, he's taken aback by just how much Big doesn't seem to question anything. When the fat cat takes him out on a walk, he can't help but wonder just what the other has in mind... It seems he just wants to bask in the sun. He watches him carefully, instincts at the ready for anything... Only for his 'companion' to simply sit down and cast his sandals into the distance. He doesn't know if that throw was intentional, but he blushes all the same, especially as Big pats his own lap in open invitation. He does his best to ignore the heat in his cheeks from Big's 'half naked' state, finding the purple fur surprisingly warm... then one of those hands reaches out to run through his fur, and he has to fight hard to not make a pleasured sound. It's... it's just a cuddle session, to absorb warmth... he makes a mental mantra, unaware of his tail curling around one of the paws. It's nothing, he tells himself... He'll humor the man for a while and then take his leave... He just has to tell himself that. |
