Hm. [ Satoru has to think about it again, propping his chin in a hand. ] I ... don't think so? Or maybe as a 'not yet' thing. I'm open to trying it--I did make that catboy joke--but I genuinely don't have a sense of whether I'm into it as more than a joke, more than just ... seeing sexy catgirls is pretty common so I'm culturally primed to think of it as sexy. [ Satoru smirks at himself for using the words 'culturally primed' in a conversation about their kinks. ]
It's just more like a claim thing. Like I belong to you. Maybe that makes me your human pet. I do like it when you pet my hair. [ Satoru grins at him for a minute and then digs in the bag for another candy. ] Oh, what flavor of cake do you want?
( With the tone of someone who is also from the same culture and never once found catgirls appealing. Though maybe that said something about him that he didn't know then. )
Whatever you think the children will appreciate the most. ( Easy, maybe a little distracted. He's still thinking about pet play. Also he doesn't really have a preference these days. His sense of taste has been doing a little better without the continual assault of curses, but it's still not one hundred percent. ) If it's a case of claim then I should come with you to pick. But you're still your own man.
( Semi-stubborn. Old habit. Satoru has always belonged to others in ways he didn't like. A weapon, an object. He's protective of his choices now. )
[ Satoru just looks amused at this stipulation. ] Sure, because me being weak-willed and easily swayed has always been a real problem.
Obviously I'm still my own man. We're partners. We support each other, but we always still maintain our own will and decisions.
[ Satoru leans over and catches Suguru's chin, claiming a brief kiss before letting go. ] Now go talk to Hikaru. I'll check in with Megumi. Let me know if you need anything, or else I'll see you at dinner. [ He knows that they're going to get distracted into sex again if they don't wrap this up promptly, and the children are probably on tenterhooks.
Rising to his feet, Satoru wiggles his fingers to wave farewell. ]
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It's just more like a claim thing. Like I belong to you. Maybe that makes me your human pet. I do like it when you pet my hair. [ Satoru grins at him for a minute and then digs in the bag for another candy. ] Oh, what flavor of cake do you want?
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( With the tone of someone who is also from the same culture and never once found catgirls appealing. Though maybe that said something about him that he didn't know then. )
Whatever you think the children will appreciate the most. ( Easy, maybe a little distracted. He's still thinking about pet play. Also he doesn't really have a preference these days. His sense of taste has been doing a little better without the continual assault of curses, but it's still not one hundred percent. ) If it's a case of claim then I should come with you to pick. But you're still your own man.
( Semi-stubborn. Old habit. Satoru has always belonged to others in ways he didn't like. A weapon, an object. He's protective of his choices now. )
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Obviously I'm still my own man. We're partners. We support each other, but we always still maintain our own will and decisions.
[ Satoru leans over and catches Suguru's chin, claiming a brief kiss before letting go. ] Now go talk to Hikaru. I'll check in with Megumi. Let me know if you need anything, or else I'll see you at dinner. [ He knows that they're going to get distracted into sex again if they don't wrap this up promptly, and the children are probably on tenterhooks.
Rising to his feet, Satoru wiggles his fingers to wave farewell. ]