#ok this is a lil silly but i love themmmmm

[sangcreole]

@lechroniques sent: this doesn't mean anything.

"Are you so sure?"

A single dark brow quirks upwards, too fast for mortal eyes but just enough to send Lestat his impression. The creature in his lap seems to mirror Louis' amusement, his bushy tail beating once, twice against the cushioned upholstry before he nuzzles his snout back into Louis' lap.

Truly, Louis hadn't meant to let the beast jump up on the couch with him during his evening read, and he certainly hadn't consented to getting shed all over his lounge pants, but...well, there are worse feelings than the weight of a soft, warm creature across one's lap. And Mojo was extraordinarily well-behaved, after all— no nipping, no barking, no incessant scratching. Truth be told, he has more manners than Lestat himself.

Another scratch behind the ear, and Louis can't help but smirk at the sudden rapid thud of his tail, like a heart beating out all the stiflingly unconditional love that only a dog could possess.

"If I didn't know any better," Louis positively drawls. "I might have thought it meant he favors my presence over yours."