[ yawning. ]

she snickers, pressing a kiss to that pout of his.

"a ( very ) good boy. the best."

"oh, i think you know."

her free hand cups his cheek, a smug grin curling on her lips.

"whooooo's a good boy?"

the scratching continues, just behind the canid ears that have sprouted atop his head.

"oh, who's a good boy?"

the way her claws push through his hair, scratching his scalp, must feel euphoric.

"you look adorable, love."

she smiles, carefully raking claws through his hair.

"and i you, love."

the cuteness of a puppy is often lost on her - they're vulnerable creatures at such a young age - but she cannot help but genuinely ( giggle ) at the sight of him.

"oh, look at you!"

"how are you, my darling?"

|| i should make an account for gen too

peppering his face with little kisses!!

is that her beloved archduke?