[It shouldn't, it really and truly shouldn't, but the soft rumbling feels good, it comforts and soothes Matt on a deep, instinctive level. He cuddles closer, ears flicking against Shiro's warm hands, hooves tapping on the floor of the stall. Cold as he is, he's content again, reaching up and slowly tracing his hands down Shiro's bare back.
He blinks a couple times at the question, shakes his head, then shrugs, managing to look somehow demure even debauched and filthy as he is.] N-Not a very good one. I'm uh. I'm not really sure what my, uh...role here is. Yet.
[That's only partially a lie -- he's heard rumors, stories about the stallions and bulls that go into the gladiator ring, come out pent-up and furious and needing an outlet. He hasn't seen anyone else like him, just the machines, but he's heard talk of the Galra deciding to try something more...realistic to soothe and reward the warriors. He hadn't wanted to think about it before.
He's sort of thinking about it now, and it shows on his face, blushing vivid red under the mess.]
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He blinks a couple times at the question, shakes his head, then shrugs, managing to look somehow demure even debauched and filthy as he is.] N-Not a very good one. I'm uh. I'm not really sure what my, uh...role here is. Yet.
[That's only partially a lie -- he's heard rumors, stories about the stallions and bulls that go into the gladiator ring, come out pent-up and furious and needing an outlet. He hasn't seen anyone else like him, just the machines, but he's heard talk of the Galra deciding to try something more...realistic to soothe and reward the warriors. He hadn't wanted to think about it before.
He's sort of thinking about it now, and it shows on his face, blushing vivid red under the mess.]