@prodigiumamare sent: [ BRUSH ]: sender gently brushes receiver’s messy morning hair with their fingers. — from kuro 🖤
"mrm... i was sleepin' so good." eyes flit half open to stare into warm hues as her mate's fingers neaten her hair, claws carefully threading through morning tangles. with enough care, even, that moby wouldn't have noticed if she didn't tend to sleep so lightly as is. moby whines softly, closing her eyes back up, shaking his claws free of her bed of hair and scooting closer until her face is burrowing into his chest. "that means you owe me another couple'a hours in bed now."
a burly arm reaches over from behind kuro, slinging over his side and stroking gingerly over moby's waist. a rumble rolls in reagan's chest, loud and deep as he sighs into kuro's neck, breath wafting over copper skin. he's tempted to nip it-- kisses it softly instead, better for him that his mood's gone.
"y' heard the lady," reagan grins, nosing into his hair. he pulls the sheets higher, making sure moby is covered and warm against the selkie. as his arm retreats, broad, rough palm drags over kuro's side. "you're trapped 'ere now. lucky'a you, i'll go cover things." with a final grunt, he pulls himself out of bed and stretches arms far above his head, high as they can go while moby protests, grumbling a little "nooo."