[the time it takes ain to work up the courage makes raz increasingly annoyed, but a glare and hiss from liv is enough to keep him from speaking up about it. and when he does finally glide down, they widen their stance and open their arms in preparation.
it ends up a bit of an awkward hold, considering the sheer size and odd shape of ain's body, but lr is nothing if not sturdy. all three heads smile at him in their own flavors, the middle one curling down to nuzzle the top of its skull at him. no pointy toofs reaching for him, they promise!]
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it ends up a bit of an awkward hold, considering the sheer size and odd shape of ain's body, but lr is nothing if not sturdy. all three heads smile at him in their own flavors, the middle one curling down to nuzzle the top of its skull at him. no pointy toofs reaching for him, they promise!]
Proud o' you, angel.
Sap.