#[ WAAAAH THIS IS SO SOF ANDRE

[lunaetis]

@puckish-rogue asked :

Gestures such as this may be considered quite surprising for a man of his caliber to do. I mean, is that really so wrong to think? Kinda comes with the territory of being a guy whose default expression is 'touch me and I'll fucking gut you'. But alas, even the Boss of the 3rd Street Saints has his softer moments. And of course a certain little raccoon would have most of that reserved solely for her. It starts off as a bit of stroking of her head, soon followed by his hand trailing down to her cheek. Even with hands as rough as his (he does try to keep them taken care of!), the Boss manages to keep his touch very soft. He feels just the slightest bit embarrassed over the fact he's even capable of being this tender, let alone with another person. Yet could he really blame himself? It's hard not to find Eden even the slightest bit endearing. There's so much to like about her. Guess it just goes to show that even some weird space raccoon can melt the heart of a big bad nasty crime man all the way on Earth.

unprompted. || always accepting

​─「エデン」─  the TRAILBLAZER had always been rather honest when she was demanding for attention, that was why her golden hues were kept upon the male when she was silently asking for a pet on the head as a wordless praise to a job well done. his hand was rough and calloused, but it felt gentle when those strong digits weaved themselves through her silvery-brown locks. if she had fluffy counterparts such as ears or tail, they would be folding back in acceptance of the tender touch. her head tilted up slightly, letting out a quiet PURR of contentment. she didn't know why, but there was something soothing about how soft he touched her as opposed to the way he would violently beat up his enemies with the very same hands.

                after all, she knew how strong he was, how many things he's capable of crushing with his bare hands alone, so the fact that he was being careful as he petted her head was making her heart pound. when his hand slowly traveled down her cheek, cupping it within his hold, she nuzzled towards his rough palm, amber optics mellowing softly.

                without a word, she scooted closer to his frame, before nuzzling her whole body into his arms by wedging herself right in his embrace and guiding his arms to wrap themselves around her. it appeared that just pets weren't enough for her. the trailblazer was craving for his warmth in a form of a cuddle. resting her head to his chest, she curled up into a ball right in his hold, making herself comfortable.

                " warm ... " happy raccoon pup is happy.