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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hi good night/morning/evening wifi!

I've been thinking.... You know when you pet cats, you start at their head, rub their ears, pet their back and then you end up stroking their tail.... And when you do that they do a u turn and bonk you aggressively, asking to do it again.....

Now imagine Foul Legacy doing that.

He's in your lap, asking for pets and you start scritching his horns and combing your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and starts purring, loud. Then, you absentmindedly pet his cape and when you reach the end he shivers, turns to you to bonk you and purrs louder.

You end up giggling and petting a Foul Legacy that doesn't stop circling and bonking you, purring and all.

(first time sending an ask, shy as hell doxklxlwle)

as a certified cat parent i ABSOLUTELY know what you're talking about i LOVE THIS :DD

it's hard to explain just how much comfort Childe derives from you petting him- you're both steady and gentle with your touches, always pressing just the right amount of force and moving your hands around his whole head, paying special attention to his favorite spot: behind both of his horns. and the fact that his head is often laying in your lap makes it even better, since you cradle him close to your chest and make him feel safe, protected, loved

you're doing that now, holding his head as you gently comb your fingers through his thick hair and fluff, smiling at the blissful purrs and coos Childe lets out. he rolls around on your legs, nudging your hand towards his face so you scritch under his chin, his head tilting back until he flops back down with a drowsy trill. your hands trail up his face and to his back, tracing small patterns on his cape and smoothing out the edges once you reach the bottom

you're met with an insistent bonk right into your cheek, letting out a little "oof" of surprise as Childe rumbles even louder and nuzzles against you, eye squeezed shut with delight. he gently nibbles on the tips of your fingers before shoving his head underneath so you have nowhere else to put your hands other than in his hair, tracing up and around Childe's horns until he lets out a meltingly sweet croon, head heavily pressed against your palms

several more circles and bonks later, you're left with a very happy and very sleepy Foul Legacy sprawled in your lap, claws curled around one of your hands, and still letting out little coos and chirps as you scritch around his temples