[Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Or in Youko's specific trials, the gold hairpins.]
Not especially. Esmeralda has been trained not to mind humans. She was unusually sensitive as a pup and required hand-feeding.
[How can you say no to this face? Warren lifts his girl up so as to bring her closer to Youko rather than himself. Look at those sensual wings! The marvellous curve of her left ear!]
Her insectivorous cousins number in the thousands. Some time ago I acquired the ownership of a significantly cavernous residence in Transylvania...
If she really doesn't mind, then... yes. I'd like to hold her.
[Really, who could say no to that face? Not Youko, not when she's been reassured she won't be bothering the adorable little creature. She will just be mimicking how Warren has his hands cradling her, and present her open palms for bat distribution purposes.]
Thousands of cousins, huh...
[The skeptical look she shoots him at the mention of Transylvania probably says all that needs to be said on how much she believes him about the cave, but thousands of bats seems... perfectly reasonable given how Warren is.]
[Warren's opinion of Youko was already fairly high but with her acceptance of his darling soot-angel that opinion has soared. Far too many women are squeamish at the mere thought of a rabies-carrying pest. That warm smile lives on, Warren's enjoyment of sharing this passtime of his for many years giving a sheen of delight in his eyes.]
Sirens of the night!
[The bat colony may be his in a legal way but oh, how he takes vicarious pleasure from watching their freedom, soaring high in the moonlight! Not long before he tugs at Youko's arm to bring her along on a whirlwind tour... For now, baby steps. A very neat and experienced hand-off awaits.]
There - Oopa~
[Plop. Esme is a bit squirmy at first, but Youko's hands are warmer than Warren's. An improvement!]
[That absent squeamishness could either be attributed to her natural fortitude or just the fact that Japan has been rabies-free for decades, so it doesn't occur to her to worry. Though, considering there is only a slight aversion to the multi-limbed variety of creepy crawlies present in Youko, maybe it is her own stoutheartedness at play.
Aside from curling her fingers inwards to act as guardrails, she is content to watch Esmeralda wiggle and shift in the bowl of her palms, getting used to the new, temperature-controlled perch. The way she feels squirming in her cupped hands isn't too dissimilar to holding a pet hamster, even if her anatomy, the gauzy wings and scrunched nose, mark her as something more. When it seems she has mostly settled, Youko does an experimental brush of her thumb at the crown of the bat's head, right between the ears. Just a slow, gentle circuit to see if that's an acceptable way to pet her.]
Hello there, Esmeralda. Do you think your doting parent will answer me if I ask what he made you carry a heavy bucket here for?
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Not especially. Esmeralda has been trained not to mind humans. She was unusually sensitive as a pup and required hand-feeding.
[How can you say no to this face? Warren lifts his girl up so as to bring her closer to Youko rather than himself. Look at those sensual wings! The marvellous curve of her left ear!]
Her insectivorous cousins number in the thousands. Some time ago I acquired the ownership of a significantly cavernous residence in Transylvania...
[Hard to tell if he's joking tbh.]
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[Really, who could say no to that face? Not Youko, not when she's been reassured she won't be bothering the adorable little creature. She will just be mimicking how Warren has his hands cradling her, and present her open palms for bat distribution purposes.]
Thousands of cousins, huh...
[The skeptical look she shoots him at the mention of Transylvania probably says all that needs to be said on how much she believes him about the cave, but thousands of bats seems... perfectly reasonable given how Warren is.]
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Sirens of the night!
[The bat colony may be his in a legal way but oh, how he takes vicarious pleasure from watching their freedom, soaring high in the moonlight! Not long before he tugs at Youko's arm to bring her along on a whirlwind tour... For now, baby steps. A very neat and experienced hand-off awaits.]
There - Oopa~
[Plop. Esme is a bit squirmy at first, but Youko's hands are warmer than Warren's. An improvement!]
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Aside from curling her fingers inwards to act as guardrails, she is content to watch Esmeralda wiggle and shift in the bowl of her palms, getting used to the new, temperature-controlled perch. The way she feels squirming in her cupped hands isn't too dissimilar to holding a pet hamster, even if her anatomy, the gauzy wings and scrunched nose, mark her as something more. When it seems she has mostly settled, Youko does an experimental brush of her thumb at the crown of the bat's head, right between the ears. Just a slow, gentle circuit to see if that's an acceptable way to pet her.]
Hello there, Esmeralda. Do you think your doting parent will answer me if I ask what he made you carry a heavy bucket here for?