[Nyx is about ready to doze off in Regis' lap honestly, warm and content and well sated. The remark gets a muffled sound, curious and a tiny bit indignant. The Glaive blinks, one brow raising slowly, waiting for the rest of it.
Only for Nyx to bark out a startled laugh, stretching up to muffle it against Regis' lips.]
Now you have to use it for something more fun. [He reaches up, past Regis' head, touching the top of the wingback chair and bringing his fingers down, smeared lightly with blackened soot.]
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Only for Nyx to bark out a startled laugh, stretching up to muffle it against Regis' lips.]
Now you have to use it for something more fun. [He reaches up, past Regis' head, touching the top of the wingback chair and bringing his fingers down, smeared lightly with blackened soot.]
If you don't decide to just finish burning it.