( He laughs again, although his mouth flattens into a line before twisting into a confused expression. )
For what?
( He doesn't get it. The hand that was on Minimus' side slides up to rest against the kibble on Minimus' back, drumming out a pattern because he can't possibly be still for a second or two.
And, well, there's still his own building charge to be seen too - he cups one hand around Minimus' aft and pulls him more on his chest before letting that hand fall away, going to brush over his interface panel, hips jerking up into his own touch. It's not like self-service is an unheard of concept, and it's going to be a lot better when he has Minimus right here. )
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For what?
( He doesn't get it. The hand that was on Minimus' side slides up to rest against the kibble on Minimus' back, drumming out a pattern because he can't possibly be still for a second or two.
And, well, there's still his own building charge to be seen too - he cups one hand around Minimus' aft and pulls him more on his chest before letting that hand fall away, going to brush over his interface panel, hips jerking up into his own touch. It's not like self-service is an unheard of concept, and it's going to be a lot better when he has Minimus right here. )