[even Irahl's scales are warm right now, like pieces of glass heated by a fire. and they're apparently just as nervy as plain skin would be, judging by the way he suddenly squirms and shrugs up a shoulder. he rumbles too--it's not a purr, but it at least sounds appreciative, despite the fact that he shies away.
so, Robin has finally gotten through and drummed up a reaction out of the dragon. Irahl even cracks his eyes open. but... he is so, so drunk.
he moves then, but it's probably not to the end that Robin is hoping for. instead of reaching down, Irahl drags an arm up and reaches clumsily for his partner's face. he's sleepy and wasted, and absolutely not hearing the point behind whatever Robin is saying. after pressing his palm against the side of Robin's face for a sluggish moment, Irahl drags his nails back through his hair--a little rough, but still much nicer than he'd treated him before.
it's either an affectionate gesture... or he's hoping to appease Robin into shutting up.]
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so, Robin has finally gotten through and drummed up a reaction out of the dragon. Irahl even cracks his eyes open. but... he is so, so drunk.
he moves then, but it's probably not to the end that Robin is hoping for. instead of reaching down, Irahl drags an arm up and reaches clumsily for his partner's face. he's sleepy and wasted, and absolutely not hearing the point behind whatever Robin is saying. after pressing his palm against the side of Robin's face for a sluggish moment, Irahl drags his nails back through his hair--a little rough, but still much nicer than he'd treated him before.
it's either an affectionate gesture... or he's hoping to appease Robin into shutting up.]