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Lycaon closed his eyes, clenching his hands behind his back while his lips twitched. Wise wasn’t sure if he was about to have his hand bitten or if that was simply Lycaon holding back a smile.

“Good boy,” Wise teased jokingly, tilting his head as he continued to scratch Lycaon’s chin, his fingers roaming a little-too-much for someone who claimed to be simply… patting.

Lycaon growled quietly, but didn’t move away. “M-master,” he fake coughed, his snout wrinkling as Wise scratched the side of his neck, “this is… indecent. Please, refrain from-”

“Patting you? Or..?” He asked, cocking his head to the side to try to get a better look at Lycaon’s face. Despite being seemingly tense and embarrassed by the situation - they were still at Lumina Square, after all -, Lycaon didn’t really try to stop Wise or moved away from his touch. Could he be conflicted?

“From d-doing this,” Lycaon insisted, the corners of his mouth twitching while his tail swayed warrily behind his back. “I’m nohot like- ahem, the animals we mehet during our s-stroll.”

“Hmm, true, but,” Wise giggled, standing on the tip of his toes to reach for Lycaon’s face, brushing his fingers along the thiren’s jawline, “they did seem to treat you as their leader, and they all got treats. It’s only fair you get some as well, right? For being such a good example for them.”

It would be delusional to believe there was no actual intent behind Wise's actions. That flutter sensation was spreading down his body, making Lycaon's stomach swirl, his nerves tingling With that weird sensation.

He wouldn’t dare to call it some sort of guilty pleasure, but… there was definitely something wrong with Wise touching him like that.

“P-pfft…”

!!!

Wise's hand stopped dead on its tracks, his heels coming down and touching the ground again. “L-Lycaon, did you-”

“...yes, master. I, ahem, apologize for it. I suggest we resume our encounter as scheduled now, yes?” The thiren nodded, his chin slightly tilted up as he refused to face the proxy.

“W-wait, Lycaon!” Wise gasped, still too shocked with his discovery to realize Lycaon was already a couple steps away from him. “Wait for me! W-why are you in a hurr- Lycaon!”

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