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the pout that dominates his countenance is more playful than it is anything else. lance is up - stretching onto his toes as he presses both of his palms flat against his beautiful girl’s maw. “don’t give me that look.” lance pleads ; blinking heavily before breaking stance. “i really need to think about what i say before i actually say it, huh.” he muses. huffs & then promptly lets his head drop forward. defeated. “do you think i made him mad?” a pause - a consideration. “well, madder?”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. There wasn't a need for her to look to know it was her paladin. An UNSPOKEN agreement, the lioness would lend her paladin a listening ear for his troubles. Whatever her paladin needed, she would provide. Amused, she gently probed her paladin's mind with the lure of soothing purrs. Though in AGREEANCE - she aimed to comfort him.