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>You tread as lightly as you can
>Must be careful not to make too much noise
>Millie is asleep
>Apparently she'd had a somewhat restless night, for one reason or another, and so a nap was in order
>She rests her head in her husband's lap, dozing softly
>Moxxie looks pleased as punch to have her there, but doesn't muss around too much
>Just one hand occupied with carefully dragging his claws through Millie's almost-black mop of hair
>You're still amazed at how precise and delicate he is.
>Though he's one for hand holding, he's never once accidentally nicked you, and he's never left a mark he didn't intend to leave on anything he's touched either.
>Quite impressive
>If you had natural daggers like his you're certain you'd end up wrecking the place
>If nothing else, you know you'd probably have ruined your phone's screen
>Moxxie's however, is in great shape
>The thumb of his free hand traces over it as he continues to pet his wife
>He arcs an eyebrow at a sudden chirp from the speaker
>He purses his lips for a moment, clawed digit tapping more energetically
>He frowns and mutters under his breath
>"Aw for the love of..."
>He ruffles Millie's hair a bit more insistently
>"Mils? Mils, I gotta go do something for work real quick."
>Millie grumbles groggily
>"Mils, I gotta get up and use the laptop, sorry."
>Moxxie eases himself out from beneath his wife as gently as he can
>She still unleashes a fresh series of annoyed grumbles at the loss of her lap-pillow as her husband walks off toward their room
>The slim-horned imp fusses about for a brief moment then rises shakily to her hands and knees
>Eyes still closed, she gropes her way down toward your end of the couch
>She drops her head into your lap without a trace of hesitation, and dozes back off in seconds
>Well then
>Looks like you can add 'cushion' to your resume now
>You slip your hand between her horns and give her a little scritch
>She sighs contentedly, her tail lazily curling and curving in delight
>"Awwww"
>Moxxie smiles at the pair of you as he returns from his errand
>"Careful, she drools sometimes."
>Millie frowns and mumbles out a protest in her drowsy state
>"Noahdon't"
>"Yeah you do~"
>Moxxie reaches down to pinch her cheek
>Millie bats feebly in front of her face
>"Yuucutthatoutya..."
>Millie rolls over to face the other way and nestles in closer to you for protection
>Moxxie chuckles quietly, then leans over and plants a little peck on the back of her neck before returning to his seat
>Millie stays where she is
>...she's not going to head back over to Moxxie?
>You draw his attention with a wave and gesture at the impette dozing in your lap
>He waves his hand in the negative and whispers
>"Let's not keep making her get up. If you need a glass of water or something just let me know and I'll get it."
>Oh, okay
>Thanks
>...huh
>This is new
>A bit on the intimate side, even for how affectionate they've begun to act
>Well, it's certainly nothing to fret about