Nyx squishes Lucky to his chest, ignoring the fact that he's a wriggling ball of limbs for a moment to just smush his face into puppy. As soon as Squall is at his back, though, he leans back into his boyfriend with a deep, contented sigh. His head falls back onto Squall's shoulder, letting Lucky squirm up to be able to lick both their faces.

"You hear that, buddy? He ~loves~ us" He draws the word out playfully but tips his head enough to kiss Squall's cheek, even if he does have puppy slobber on him.

"Muja oui duu, geddah" A softer murmur, low and affectionate and then he's groaning and lifting Lucky away for a moment. "Ooooh your little claws are too sharp for me to not be wearing a shirt!"