Pheres is starting to think of Riccin as one of the wild beasts he watches when he's on the road: dangerous enough, if you're unprepared, but otherwise perfectly harmless.
(Prepared, for him, usually involves being in his steel-enforced cart. But he thinks he's got a handle on how to deal with Riccin. Everyone responds well to manners, and they're apparently no suggestion.)
He leans against them, chin still on their shoulder, his hand tucked in front of it. There doesn't feel like much point in moving it, for all that he doesn't need it to stay upright, and besides, the position feels nice. The warm press of his body against Riccin's, and the heat of the sun on his back, is excellent: he could just stay like this for the rest of the trip, and the thought makes his rattlereeds rasp in the beginning of a purr.
[=> pheres: win this years darwin award] [actually] [just] [take all of them.]
(Prepared, for him, usually involves being in his steel-enforced cart. But he thinks he's got a handle on how to deal with Riccin. Everyone responds well to manners, and they're apparently no suggestion.)
He leans against them, chin still on their shoulder, his hand tucked in front of it. There doesn't feel like much point in moving it, for all that he doesn't need it to stay upright, and besides, the position feels nice. The warm press of his body against Riccin's, and the heat of the sun on his back, is excellent: he could just stay like this for the rest of the trip, and the thought makes his rattlereeds rasp in the beginning of a purr.