"Cuddle pile. Where you can either put your pressure on another person, or another person puts their pressure on you, some times it helps to calm people down, like with Rex. Physical touch can also make your brain know that you aren't alone." Velvet was quick to explain, trying to readjust himself while Rex practically disappears under his fur, the red and blacks of Rex's fur sticking out noticeably
Well, THAT made no sense, physical touch usually means harm, why would someone WANT to be touched? correction why would someone want to be crushed under someone? that sounds like death, just very weird way to die- they can keep there weird death cuddles she would rather not, thank, you, very much. She blinked at them and promptly stayed where she was even sitting down.
Velvet watches Whisper before nodding. "I'm guessing that's a no? That's okay, cuddling isn't for everyone." He soon get back to being comfortable, not caring for Rex under him. Though he flinches and huffs when Rex's tail flicks out, hitting his face
"Rex. You're fine." Velvet lets out a small growl as he spoke, nipping at the tail that kept hitting him. Rex's tail thuds against the ground as it tries to move away from the nips. Velvet freezes up, as the sound of quiet muffled laughter was suddenly heard. His eyes narrow at Rex, sitting up to leave Rex open
Rex whines when she's uncovered, looking up at Velvet as if to plead him to cover her back up. And he does, falling back into place on top of her. This time, Rex kept her head out from under Velvet, pleased
Velvet and Rex watch Whisper walk away. Velvet didn't mind, though Rex tried to squirm out from under Velvet. Velvet was quick to trap Rex under him further, even biting her scruff to keep her there. He knew Rex, when she got to know someone, it's all she could think about for who knows how long, there were questions in her mind she wanted to ask but didn't, kept up the aggressive stance all the time
yea whisper had no clue where she was going, she was just walking. Oh then she was at her forest home, small, more a cottage then a big home, it was brown and tanish cream,had an older vibe. She walked on in through a small cat door in the main door, inside was just, shelves upon shelves of books, books ranging from romance to deep hatreds, mostly fantasy with a few others here and there, a ledge by the window with a few pillows where the sun could shine on them, yea there was a reason she loved this home.
