[ He's welcome to them. Yang's always worn her emotions openly, spoken of them easily. Now, she doesn't need to speak, and as he moves in, she welcomes him with a warm murmur of his name as her lips part. The tug to his hair smooths out into gentler stroking, and one hand moves to his neck, hesitating before she brushes her fingers over his horn.
She remembers what he'd said once, about his body possibly frightening people. She thinks about it, his markings, the way his eyes glow, the horn she touches lightly now-- and accepts all of it. It's a part of Naoki now, nothing that governs him, just his. ]
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She remembers what he'd said once, about his body possibly frightening people. She thinks about it, his markings, the way his eyes glow, the horn she touches lightly now-- and accepts all of it. It's a part of Naoki now, nothing that governs him, just his. ]