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[notleavingquietly]

My go to when... I'm frustrated?

I yell at what's frustrating me.

[ He is neither complicated nor usually particularly nuanced. ]

[chrisisofaith]

[He can't help it, he laughs.]

So easy as that? Want to trade? If I yell at what's frustrating me, might cause a diplomatic incident.

[Or, almost worse, make Silver get that sadly disappointed look that both made Chris feel bad and deeply irritated him.]

[notleavingquietly]

[ He looks up at Chris with unabashed and undisguised horror. ]

Absolutely not!

[chrisisofaith]

No? Ah well, worth a shot.

[He switches from stroking through Crais' hair to massaging lightly at his scalp.]

[notleavingquietly]

[ Crais starts to make some smart ass remark about diplomacy and politics, but then Chris does that and Crais just... groans and forgets it. ]

Keep doing that. Use your nails.

[chrisisofaith]

[This is better anyway.]

Hmm. Man after my own heart, you.

[He does as he’s told happily, working the edges of his nails into the massage.]

Surprised you don’t let people play with your hair more if you like it.

[notleavingquietly]

[ Actual cats might not like Chris much but the sound Crais makes is more feline than human.

Because alien.

Not really a purr but the meaning is similar. ]

I just don't like my hair down. It's aggravating.

[chrisisofaith]

[Is he purring? No, but he made some sort of sound. And it would be a lie to say Chris wasn't very pleased with that.]

You do have quite a bit of it, I imagine that could be annoying.

[There's a pause and then:]

Does this feel good in the way a massage normally might or is it doing something more for you? In the interest of blunt curiosity.