Ziggy has no choice but to relax at this point. The exhaustion has him laying down now and he doesn't want to get up. Even with the explanation he can't get his head around what is going on. Rondo carries around snakes in his shirt?
Even though the words had been said several times, for some reason he's still not expecting snakes to crawl out of his collar. However, he doesn't flinch, simply watches.
Gently he tucks an arm under Rondo so he can lay on his shoulder if he wants while they cuddle. His eyes are on the snakes though.
"I've met Lucifer. Dorian introduced us a long while ago. I think it was before I met you." He can't remember clearly right not but the snakes are a good distraction. He leans in to Rondo, struggling a little to arrange a pillow under his head without jostling the snakes. Antheans have a natural like of animals that Ziggy shares. "Dad is still uncomfortable with the devil looking like us."
Which was still funny even if Ziggy didn't have the energy or head space for laughter. Instead he turns his mind back to the snakes. It is getting hard to keep his eyes open and that slowness translates into his telepathy. "Will my coldness hurt them?"
His naturally lower body temperature might not be the best for something coldblooded. He has no way of knowing though since he's only even had cats as pets.
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Even though the words had been said several times, for some reason he's still not expecting snakes to crawl out of his collar. However, he doesn't flinch, simply watches.
Gently he tucks an arm under Rondo so he can lay on his shoulder if he wants while they cuddle. His eyes are on the snakes though.
"I've met Lucifer. Dorian introduced us a long while ago. I think it was before I met you." He can't remember clearly right not but the snakes are a good distraction. He leans in to Rondo, struggling a little to arrange a pillow under his head without jostling the snakes. Antheans have a natural like of animals that Ziggy shares. "Dad is still uncomfortable with the devil looking like us."
Which was still funny even if Ziggy didn't have the energy or head space for laughter. Instead he turns his mind back to the snakes. It is getting hard to keep his eyes open and that slowness translates into his telepathy. "Will my coldness hurt them?"
His naturally lower body temperature might not be the best for something coldblooded. He has no way of knowing though since he's only even had cats as pets.