[Behind].
By a good fortune, Patches would catch her alone in the moment, two palms seating themselves on her shoulders before making a slow descent down her front. A cocky smile was accompanied with sodden, deep-set eyes, placing his head by hers once his hands were resting at somewhere below her stomach. The short stature enabled him to make such long, lazy leans. She could probably hear a purr escape his throat, fingers curling inwards, before soft words exit the mouth.
"Hello, you..." - @untetheredlittlebastard
For a moment, some irrationally paranoid part of Phobos thinks she's being attacked as hands are suddenly set on her shoulders, her form tensing up under oddly gentle touches. She'd been looking over a makeshift map hastily scribbled over what had once been a drawing of turtles, trying her best to place her own location-- she didn't easily get lost, no, perish the thought-- among crudely sketched ruins and old, long-abandoned shacks. A hug of all things wasn't anything she'd been expecting out here, but.. it was warm, and she finds herself hesitating to move away. Perhaps he'd simply shocked her into silence.
".. Hello, Patches," she greets quietly, the ever-present air of suspicion drifting through her tone. "You are awfully touchy today. Whatever is the occasion?"
