#tachi is so curious it's so adorable ffff

[ekleipsi]

❝ ━ What's it like being a Hellhound? Do you have special duties? ❞ Admittedly, Itachi is the one who initiated cuddles. It's cold and Eryx was warm so it was only right. Besides, it was nice and this way he could cuddle and asks tons of questions. A win-win! ❝ ━ Is it safe to be on the surface for long? ❞ There's a pause, ❝ ━ You're comfortable? I don't want to infringe on that, please tell me because I'll let go.❞

--- Canid is half curled around the smaller and bears no fussing in the position they’ve found themselves in. It was quaintly intimate, and since he managed to radiate heat it was only natural that he share it with his companion. Were he in his more natural form and possessing of a tail he might well have been wagging it at the attention. 

--- Itachi had so many questions for him that he didn’t know where to begin! Hair brushed against his shoulders and his collar as thoughtful expression found tanned features. ‘ I don’t know how to describe what it’s like...fun? It’s fun, doing my job and making sure the souls are all kept safe and where they’re supposed to be! ‘ it was such an earnest exclamation despite the somewhat dark nature of the topic. The fact was, Hellhounds were guardians of the Underworld where Hades resided- kept in employ to fetch souls as needed, and the mind the ones that were currently there. 

--- ‘ I don’t...think I have special duties, only... ‘ he paused, thinking about Ignis and his heritage for a moment. The man he’d come to earth to follow, after all, or to at least keep company seeing as how he didn’t want to return. ‘ Only Cerberus has particularly special duties. ‘ he explained, before widening grin found his lips; hardly a moment to pause with further queries, though once Itachi was done and gave a quiet pause of his own, it permitted Eryx a moment to consider before he hummed. ‘ It is if we’re permitted to be here. We...need seals, to maintain this human form. ‘ he gestured to his body, indicating its importance. ‘ If the seals are damaged while we are here, we shift...and then it hurts. ‘ a nod, brows furrowing. 

--- He’d half learned that the hard way, once. Nothing so extreme that he’d changed completely but the nicks and cuts and lacerations accrued over a time to the seal on his chest had somehow begun to alter him in ways that once burned. Corrected now, he was more careful and diligent. Surprise found face at the others concern for his comfort, before snorting and perhaps too much like a dog, buried his face gently into the others neck to inhale a chuff. ‘ Don’t let go. ‘ he insisted, wiggling closer were that even possible.