{{Windy Muse}} As Foot as laying on the couch on his stomach, Windy saw his chance or a slight open one depending on how tired Foot was. Windy climbed on his back sitting down on his torso, Windy chuckled a bit, before tapping his fingers on Foot's back. He was hesitate to move his hand down, knowing Foot would have a outburst when he knew what he wanted. Windy trailed one finger down and very have prepared to catch a fist if needed. He traced a circle very slowly around Foot's port panel.
“Hmm?” Foot questioned as he felt the familiar weight sitting over him and the fingers tapping his back, cracking his eyes open despite how tired he was. The tiredness was rapidly disappearing though as the hand trailed down and every last trace of it was gone when the finger circled his port panel.
Foot’s hips jerked away immediately. “Windy...” He called lowly, his discomfort and displeasure evident in his voice.













