
Crawling back to him was not what he'd expected, but she had his attention. He watched her take the can back, pulling and peeling it apart.
Something inside?
He perked up again, uncrossing his legs to kneel and lean forward, trying to get a better look. She dipped her fingers into the can, retrieving a familiar color and texture.
He hopped up onto his feet to crouch instead of kneeling, because that position made it easier to move quickly, grabbing her wrist before she could try to pull it away. He brought her hand closer to his mouth, dragging the rest of her with it, and immediately started licking at the mass of sugar. His tail was moving quickly, but without the violence it had to it when he was angry, holding her forearm with both hands so it couldn't move.
He didn't lick it away as quickly as he could have, wanting to savor it this time. Long strokes of his thick tongue over her fingers, and eventually between them as he sought out anything that could possibly be left of it. He was being very thorough. He gave her palm a lick for good measure, then let her go, looking to her expectantly. He looked to the can, then back at her. If she didn't seem to get the hint fast enough, he'd nudge her hand back toward it, then watch her again.
Something inside?
He perked up again, uncrossing his legs to kneel and lean forward, trying to get a better look. She dipped her fingers into the can, retrieving a familiar color and texture.
He hopped up onto his feet to crouch instead of kneeling, because that position made it easier to move quickly, grabbing her wrist before she could try to pull it away. He brought her hand closer to his mouth, dragging the rest of her with it, and immediately started licking at the mass of sugar. His tail was moving quickly, but without the violence it had to it when he was angry, holding her forearm with both hands so it couldn't move.
He didn't lick it away as quickly as he could have, wanting to savor it this time. Long strokes of his thick tongue over her fingers, and eventually between them as he sought out anything that could possibly be left of it. He was being very thorough. He gave her palm a lick for good measure, then let her go, looking to her expectantly. He looked to the can, then back at her. If she didn't seem to get the hint fast enough, he'd nudge her hand back toward it, then watch her again.