[When the other relaxes, Vanitas shuffles a bit closer and continues to run his claws lightly over the other's skin. More scales flake away, scattering onto the ground and revealing the beginnings of those much more intensely metalic ones.
Turning his paw forward, he rubs along the golden tips, pricking the softer skin along them as he rumbles in approval.]
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Turning his paw forward, he rubs along the golden tips, pricking the softer skin along them as he rumbles in approval.]
Uh-huh.