For cryoblooded!

[certaingiant]

[As far as safe Netherworlds go, it'd probably be Toto Bunny that's the most known for being peaceful - but Flowerful isn't far behind. There aren't many residents, and those who do aren't very interested in figthing.

And everything is over now. If absolutely necessary, Christo could simply return to Celestia - though it would pain him deeply to do so.

...But he thinks he won't have to. No - he knows he won't have to. This is Killia, and though Christo's misjudged him many times before, he has absolute faith in him now.]

Thank you for having me, Killia. I wouldn't have expected you to live in such a cozy home, but now that I'm here, it feels like it suits you.

[They're seated on the couch. Christo's still trying to figure out the best way to bring the subject up.]

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[cryoblooded]

We do...

[Considering how he's still lazily petting a wing with his knuckles]

And now all the time to do it in. Do you plan on telling the others?

[certaingiant]

[It's a pleasant feeling.]

I think so. They did say they would beat an angel half to death if they met one in the Netherworlds, but things are different now.

I wanted you to be the first.

[cryoblooded]

[The others would likely follow his example, after all]

You're our friend and ally before you're an angel.

[certaingiant]

I thought you would say something like that.

[...If he keeps up with the wing-petting for much longer, there'll be - yep, there it goes, that's definitely what sounds like purring.]

[cryoblooded]

[Now THAT he hadn't expected. Lieze would sometimes make a 'purr' too but it was quite a bit different then this]

Didn't know angels were part cat.

[certaingiant]

[The purring stops! In favor of being super embarrassed.]

Th-that's... Please don't tell anyone about that.

[He has to keep some secrets, and he can imagine the others ruthlessly using this knowledge to their advantage.

Somehow.]

[cryoblooded]

[Killia chuckles- that soft barely there and rare sound in his chest.]

I won't. They don't need any more ammunition.

[he considers dropping his hand completely, but instead ends up turning his hand around, lightly grooming through the feathers with his claws. He's seen harpies do something similar. He's never be much of the physical affection type- between his reptilian nature and how he grew up it was just not something he defaulted to. But being around Lieze on a near daily basis was getting him used to that kind of thing again]

[certaingiant]

Thank you.

[That feels pleasant too, and Christo has to try very hard to keep from making more embarrassing noises as Killia plays with his wings.]

I don't usually let people get this... touchy with them.