Hunter rubs his lips together thoughtfully, “Mm…he probably needs time. One day maybe he’ll like it.” Hopefully. Because it is cute and it fits him perfectly, actually. Though Hunter is more fond of the little ears.

Daeshims grip on him makes butterflies start to beat around in his stomach, and the nosing turns into a full on nuzzle until he stills and meets his eyes.

Unsure but also a little excited by the idea, he smiles briefly. Back home it wasn’t something people accepted or understood. None of his ‘gifts’ were. It’s why he spent so much time in hospitals, medicated, called weird names.

Hunters entire body softens and he keeps his mouth closed.

’If you’re sure…I’d like that. People back home thought I was weird.