[Oh. He does like this, leaning his forehead to Emet's and smiling at him.]
You're making my plans difficult.
[But not impossible and he's not complaining.]
I suppose asking you to look away would be unreasonable.
[He wraps his arms around Hades, palm trailing up his spine and fingertips kneading the back of his neck, urging him to rest his head on Hyth's shoulder.]
Pray tell, let me in on your plan, and I can help.
[He doesn't need much coaxing his rest his head on his shoulder. As long as he can see the color of his soul, the rest is icing on the cake. And he does shudder a little under the touch. A tad sensitive just for this man.
But he isn't idle either, he runs his own hand on his upper back ensuring to pet his aether as he does.]
[He shivers himself, how can he not? Always sensitive to this man. But he lifts a hand away, summoning the hairbrush with a little aether, one hand petting Emet's hair a little before running down along his spine to return the aetheric pets.
The other begins to brush his hair gently, no reason other than to do something pleasant and nice.]
I think you're the one making my scheme more difficult!
[He just ha-rumps and pulls the brush away for a slight moment so he can gather his hair in his own hands. When he's done, the hair is quite long. More akin to the length his more monstrous forms.]
[He runs his fingers through it, when there's not a single hint of tangle, just playing with it for the moment, before starting to separate it with long fingers, gently beginning to braid.]
[But if Emet thinks Hyth can keep his hands off? He can't.
He's trying not to be on the way but he'll slide his fingers along Emet's chest and sides as they're exposed, stroking the surface of his aether with light touches.]
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