[(Red Son was trying to make some kind of peace with Wukong. He really was. But he's not above being petty yet, especially when he went for the throat the last time they spoke.)]
[He shivers as he feels the tail, and he breathes in sharply as it curls at his throat. A hand moving up to grab his tail, even as he tilts his head back for him.] No tight pressure around my neck. Biting is fine. [Macaque will see the scars more than likely, if he didn't already know about the time with the collar. It was hard to say what he may or may not have known, but even with the screaming guitar and broken drumsticks, that would quickly lead to discordant white noise that wasn't fun for either of them.]
[Then he loosens his grip around the tail, moving his fingers down the length of it, a gentle pet as his other hand moves to his waist, pulling him closer. Leaning forward, testing just how firmly he plans to keep him pinned to the wall.] Then if you're sure... [He gives him his own grin and going to lean up to try and kiss him.]
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[He shivers as he feels the tail, and he breathes in sharply as it curls at his throat. A hand moving up to grab his tail, even as he tilts his head back for him.] No tight pressure around my neck. Biting is fine. [Macaque will see the scars more than likely, if he didn't already know about the time with the collar. It was hard to say what he may or may not have known, but even with the screaming guitar and broken drumsticks, that would quickly lead to discordant white noise that wasn't fun for either of them.]
[Then he loosens his grip around the tail, moving his fingers down the length of it, a gentle pet as his other hand moves to his waist, pulling him closer. Leaning forward, testing just how firmly he plans to keep him pinned to the wall.] Then if you're sure... [He gives him his own grin and going to lean up to try and kiss him.]