Honestly Insomnia aside Crux was pretty sure he could have swung a sleepover. Sure his dad was intimidating at times but there was some part of him that assumed if he explained how Triss made him feel his father would struggle to say no definitively. Exactly where he'd stand with his nephew was another matter. He was less optimistic there.
As Cryptis spun in his grasp and placed a paw on his cheek he felt his face fill up with heat. He tilted his head to rest part of his brow on her skull, his voice soft as he answered. "How would a picnic sound?" He chuckled softly. "I can't promise no more fire worms but I'll make sure to bring you with me next time." Crux closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the contact. "Whatever you want to do, I'll do everything in my power to make it happen."
"Triss" & "Crux"
Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.
Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.
