A cool breeze tickles the fur of Caelus's tail while a gentle hand runs through his locks.
He lives for moments like these where he can lay near the people he holds dear and hear them laugh, poke fun at each other, or hear them complain about inconveniences however small.
He'll have to bug Yingxing later to see the swords he claims aren't "up to par" later.
Trasshes
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