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[doggish]

[Oh gods, he's going to regret this the moment he exits out of the coffin (if he exits out at all; perhaps he'll just live in here for the next three days, forgoing food and water until these ears disappear). There's no way the others can't hear Astarion right now, effusive as he is— but oh, that's a problem for later. Right now Astarion is looking giddier than he has in ages, and flustered though he might be, Leto can't possibly take that away from him.

Especially when there's a part of him that's trying not to bark in overstimulated, giddying excitement. His tail is wagging up a storm, his cheeks flushed happily as he squirms within his husband's hold, every doggish instinct within him sitting up and panting in open response: it's him it's him, he's his catulus, oh he is he is, he's such a good boy good boy good boy, nonsensical and overstimulated in the sweetest of ways.

(Outside the coffin, there's one very petulant, very confused whine. Why, Ataashi wonders, are those wonderful sounds happening when they aren't directed at her? It can't be at the brats; they're still both visibly baffled as they snuffle the spot where their father had been a few minutes ago, trying to determine what makes his scent so strange right now. Which is good, for she'd riot if it was directed towards them— but if not them, and not her, then why is it happening? And yet there's no answer, no matter how loudly she whines— and so after a few minutes, she teleports her way beneath Shadowheart's bed, ignoring the cleric's startled squawking in favor of bedding down for a good sulk).]

Hush— hush—

[He's still grinning as he says it, unwilling to fully put a stopper in his amatus' excitement. But when mere words don't prove enough, Leto darts in to press their lips together in a forceful kiss. Settle in, the emphasis coming from how he surges forward and urges Astarion to lay flat against the bottom of the coffin.]

You are a menace. Does this really thrill you so much?

[Of course it does. It thrills them both, for Leto's tail (now perched in the air) is still wagging furiously.]

It was an accident, not deliberate— and if you do not settle down, the others will come disturb us, and that will be the end of your fun. You—