[She had freed him up for this moment for exactly this. Though she was here primarily to work on his tattoo, and she would see that done perfectly... she was not so staid an artist that she would not indulge herself along the way. Or indulge him, even if that took the form of discussing an assassination with just as much passion as one might the weather. Beneath his hands her fur is soft, in that same white shade she had been when he encountered her as a racoon dog in the stone labyrinth of the Harbinger Oracle trial. Humans in her world used to think that this sort of form was a mistake, some gotcha proof that they had been caught mid-transformation between beast and man, but...
Honestly, they just found it amusing to let them think that. Tanuki could take it on just as intentionally as any, and this form elicited more amusing, shocked faces that amused the trick-loving members of their kind.]
Well, you know... Trying new things keeps you young~
[She moves her paw slightly, the claws and soft pads of her "fingers" flexing over his flesh before she leans forward to plant a kiss of sorts on his face, tongue flicking out from a muzzle filled with sharp teeth to lap quickly over the line of his cheek before she nuzzled along it, marking him with her scent as if to save him for later.]
Next week.
[Her voice, in this form, is huskier, a bit more of a rumble, but still perfectly human enough. Behind her, the bushy tail waves in the air... but then its gone, and she's back to fully "human" again, reaching for her inks and a different needle.]
Now... We have some colors to add.
[It was going to be a long day... but it would be worth it.]
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Honestly, they just found it amusing to let them think that. Tanuki could take it on just as intentionally as any, and this form elicited more amusing, shocked faces that amused the trick-loving members of their kind.]
Well, you know... Trying new things keeps you young~
[She moves her paw slightly, the claws and soft pads of her "fingers" flexing over his flesh before she leans forward to plant a kiss of sorts on his face, tongue flicking out from a muzzle filled with sharp teeth to lap quickly over the line of his cheek before she nuzzled along it, marking him with her scent as if to save him for later.]
Next week.
[Her voice, in this form, is huskier, a bit more of a rumble, but still perfectly human enough. Behind her, the bushy tail waves in the air... but then its gone, and she's back to fully "human" again, reaching for her inks and a different needle.]
Now... We have some colors to add.
[It was going to be a long day... but it would be worth it.]