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[sweetsleuth]

[And true to his word, he comes over -- letting himself in without an ounce of restraint.]

Did somebody order a tiny ball of fluff?

[--and of course, fluttering with his tiny wings just over Ranpo's shoulder is the smol fox. He's still not completely used to flying yet, so his body kinda awkwardly hangs as his wings flap. "I'm fluff!"]

[tigerpoet]

[It's so cute, he's gonna die.

Hesitantly, Tiger reaches out to pet Watson's fluffy, fluffy fur.]

You're so soft. Did you know that you're so soft and tiny?

[If Ranpo ever tells anyone else he acted like this Tiger will be forced to kill him, sorry to say.]

[sweetsleuth]

[Watson chirps in reply, his wings fluttering as he swings his body so he can cling to Tiger's hand and nuzzle it.]

[...meanwhile Ranpo has absolutely whipped out the camera to take pictures and/or take a video while pretending to take pictures, because this is the cutest twilight zone shit he's ever seen.]

[tigerpoet]

[Pictures are acceptable. No one can tell how cute he's being from still pictures, right? Right. It's just more petting.]

Good boy. You're a very good boy.

-Don't gawk, Ranpo.

[sweetsleuth]

How can you tell me not to gawk when you're being so cute? I almost can't decide who's cuter!

...he might be in the lead, though.

[He's moved from nuzzling to instead walking up along Tiger's arm, aiming to rest on his shoulder and sniff around his hair... and maybe chew on it, if he isn't stopped.]

[tigerpoet]

He's obviously the cute one. Get your eyes checked.

[...that said, Tiger will let him climb all over him and chew his hair if he wants, so...]

[sweetsleuth]

My eyes are just-- well, I guess I do actually have to wear glasses, but that's annoying to do all the time.

[The reason he squints, revealed.]

Come on, let's sit down! That way both of us can cuddle up with you!

[tigerpoet]

[Get contacts??]

If you insist.

[He plops down on the couch, still petting Watson gently.]

[sweetsleuth]

[And lose his signature look? Never.]

[But as soon as Tiger is sitting down, Ranpo sits down next to him and turns, stretching out over his lap with a grin.]

There, now that's much better!

[tigerpoet]

I'm still only petting Watson.

[suffer.]

[sweetsleuth]

...but I want to be petted too? You have two hands!

[What if he pouts and his little ears fold down and everything.]

[tigerpoet]

[Starts to pet Watson with both hands.

He'll relent in a second but he has to be a little shit.]

[sweetsleuth]

[He shouldn't be jealous of a baby, but he's jealous of a baby.]

Atsushiiii...

[tigerpoet]

[Bringing out the real name here. He's weak to it.

Tiger sighs fondly and switches to petting both of them like not-a-gremlin.]

[sweetsleuth]

[SUCCESS]

[It only takes a few scritches behind one of his ears to get him purring, Ranpo leaning into his touch. But as soon as that purring starts, Watson goes still, ears twitching. And then, with a flourish, he leaps down off of Tiger's shoulder and onto Ranpo's chest, scurrying over to nestle under his chin.]

[Which causes a snort of laughter from Ranpo.]

He really likes it when I purr... don't you, Watty?

[Now he's gonna get little pets from both of them.]

[tigerpoet]

He's using you as a massage chair.

[But it's okay because he's adorable while he does it.]

[sweetsleuth]

Well, he's sitting in the perfect place for it!

[--is what he says, but then Watson decides to start sniffing around, eventually just climbing up onto Ranpo's face.]

[And settling in.]

[...]

Watty, Papa needs to breathe.

[tigerpoet]

[Gently - he's so small - Tiger picks Watson up to set him back on Ranpo's chest instead.]

Don't suffocate your father, it's not nice.

[sweetsleuth]

[Watson WIGGLES AND BARKS WHEN HE'S LIFTED IN PROTEST!!]

[And then off he goes, dashing around the couch and over the two of them like a crazy fox, before squeezing himself underneath the couch.]

Aww, is someone sulking because he got scolded by Tiger-papa?

[The gremlin under the couch barks again, only little sniffing nose visibly poking out from under it.]

[tigerpoet]

He's mad at me now...?

[his poor heart, broken.]

[sweetsleuth]

He's not mad, he's just a baby! Waaaatty, don't you wanna play with Tiger-papa?

[They're just both papas now, it's fine.]

[But from under the couch HE YELLS MORE and then shifts around so his tail is sticking out instead... which is totally wagging. He's not mad, he just wants to play.]

[tigerpoet]

[He loves their child so much.]

What kinds of games do you like, Watson? Tag? Hide and seek?

[sweetsleuth]

[Oh, that gets him crawling back, turning to look up at them. "Hide an see! Hide an see!"]

...he cheats at that one.

[tigerpoet]

Is that true? You're a good boy who doesn't cheat, aren't you?

[sweetsleuth]

[He lets out a little grumbly sound, tail wagging behind him. "No chit! No chit!"]

[Ranpo ain't buying it.]

Well, since Tiger-papa suggested it-- you count to ten, and Watson and I will hide!