[ A low hiss escapes as the wrist is pulled away, but he doesn't attack. A shudder runs through him as he's scooped up, then set so gently down on the cool ground - enough of a distraction, along with the rest of the assault on his senses, that he doesn't protest the loss of his husband's hand too long.
Surely his Sire knows best!
He curls in on himself, trying to figure out...anything. Everything. Eyes squinting to try and focus on even one thing as his body twitches with his change. Expelling everything unnecessary will come next - but stone and tile are easy to clean. ]
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Surely his Sire knows best!
He curls in on himself, trying to figure out...anything. Everything. Eyes squinting to try and focus on even one thing as his body twitches with his change. Expelling everything unnecessary will come next - but stone and tile are easy to clean. ]