❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair [bc he thinks it's so nice!]
While it wasn’t often that Itto let people within close proximity so easily, with the caravan that had taken shelter in a cave close to the rainy Dihua Plains, the raging tempest had forced him and a few others to join that retinue and pause the bounty hunt he’d been busy with. Not that Itto minded any! Their temporary hosts were a generous people and came with enviable quantity of stews and other foodstuffs that was more than enough to satisfy even an Oni like himself. It was what came after that a few of their party circled around a bonfire they could thankfully host thanks to the way air vented through the cave system, and with it, many people gathered around to hear of the stories that would be told.
At some point, a man who’d introduced himself as Ravi and had teamed up with him for a few fights hours ago asked if he’d wanted his silvery mane brushed (was it really that ratty?), and Itto had conceded. Sometimes, it wasn’t that bad having someone else do it who offered, especially when he seemed to have hair just as voluminous. It wasn’t long before, between the low drawl of the elderly woman regaling them and Ravi’s nimble work on his comb, that Itto’s broad shoulders sagged and his chest rumbled with pleased but guttural purrs.
Sure, maybe it would be weird to the humans present, but to a land used to Adepti, he doubted it had to be that unusual.
Like it was his fault some TLC made him melt a little!
