When the General finishes his last bit of work, the wolf-kissed noticed immediately just how tired Jing Yuan was. Luckily for them both, they were in his chambers where they could shower him with affection whenever they wanted to. Eivor pushes themselves from the wall they had leaned against, and walked to the man when he finally stood up from his desk. A small smile appears on their lips, hand gingerly reaching to brush against his tenderly. ❝Do we have the rest of the night to ourselves, then?❞ Eyes drift down at the paperwork that seemed filled out, only to refocus on his golden eyes once more. The need to press their lips against his thrums in their chest, but they wanted to wait - to see if he would do it himself or if he would tell them that perhaps he is indeed, done for the night. It's New Years, and they wish to spend time with him.
@carnivoraformes -Jing Yuan