You're starting to think of Riccin as one of the wild beasts you watch when you're on the road: dangerous enough, if you're unprepared, but otherwise perfectly harmless. (Or like one of your customers, but that's a mean thought. Most of them haven't tried to kill you in sweeps.)
Prepared, for you, usually involves being in your steel-enforced cart. But you think you've got a handle on how to deal with Riccin. Everyone responds well to manners, and they're apparently no exception.
You lean against them, chin still on their shoulder, your hand tucked in front of it. There doesn't feel like much point in moving it, for all that you don't need it to stay upright, and besides, the way that Riccin feels cool against your torso is a nice change from the heat of the sun on you back.
You could just stay like this for the rest of the trip.
Or, well, not really. Riccin's going to stand up eventually, and you'll have to shift back onto their arm. But right now, everything feels great, and it's easy to lean in against them, drowsing a little as your breath hitches in the beginning of a purr.
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Prepared, for you, usually involves being in your steel-enforced cart. But you think you've got a handle on how to deal with Riccin. Everyone responds well to manners, and they're apparently no exception.
You lean against them, chin still on their shoulder, your hand tucked in front of it. There doesn't feel like much point in moving it, for all that you don't need it to stay upright, and besides, the way that Riccin feels cool against your torso is a nice change from the heat of the sun on you back.
You could just stay like this for the rest of the trip.
Or, well, not really. Riccin's going to stand up eventually, and you'll have to shift back onto their arm. But right now, everything feels great, and it's easy to lean in against them, drowsing a little as your breath hitches in the beginning of a purr.