+ chest, his crooning still loud and constant.
“You worry too much…”
He loves that look on Simon’s face. Addicting addicting addicting— that’s what his hound is.
“Reckless?”
His head tilts in mock innocence, a smirk slowly making its way onto pink lips.
“Dunno what you mean, Simon…”
He’s using the name again, enjoys the way it lights up his own spine before reaching once again for that tail. +
+ He steps closer to the hound as he does it, keen on using his own body to deflect away from where he’s reaching.
A satisfied look settles on his face as he manages to grab the damn thing, give it a little stroke.
At that point, his head is settled on Simon’s +
Phillip matches that sweet purr with his own gentle crooning, tries to ignore the little smile that wants to slip onto his lips.
“Mm. I think you look cute with them on.”
He gives those ears another little rub before he spots Simon’s tail, doesn’t even think before +
+ in the southern tone that only likes to appear occasionally, Phillip moves a bit closer to the other, a look in his eyes unreadable to most.
A fight between 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 - 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 plagues his gaze, his croon growing louder as he licks over +