Good luck and hopefully they're the fun kinda yapper ))

He stumbled back and made a small "oof" sound after hitting the ground. He opened his mouth to question the beast, but was swiftly silenced by its tongue. His cheeks grew red hot, arousal pooled below his stomach and grew the longer they kissed. He'd forgotten how forward it was as well...

Lord, that's a big paw... He leaned his head to the side, his smile growing.

⠀ "You're going to get my face all wet..!" A small laugh. He's aware the cool air isn't going to feel too comfortable on it, but he doesn't have it in him to make them stop.

⠀ "Why'd you come out, if I may ask?"

⠀ "I suppose I remembered that handsome, imposing figure more than anything else..."

He offered the beast a sheepish smile.

⠀ "And you? You look well."

Cain briefly pauses, his eyes going wide.

⠀ "H...Have you always been able to do that?" He'd think he'd remember a detail like telepathic communication... But maybe so many strange things have happened that it left his mind. "I-I've been well."

Sloowly turns his head to look back at them. Blinking...

⠀ "There's a face I thought I'd never see again. I hope you're faring well."

Is there anything specific Midni was planning to ask of him?

Joining sounds fun! ))

He'd be more than happy to help the prince! Cain is very proud of his skills! (*✨)

He nodded, too embaressed to say as much out loud, and grabbed Linhardt's hips to pull him forward.

⠀ "Please, tell me when I'm being too loud." His voice is low, worried that someone would hear even just his speech now.

Cain was still half nude, straddling his pillow with his cunt dripping with arousal. He has his head turned away and partially hidden by his hands.

⠀ "You've always known what you were doing a lot more than I..."

⠀ "...Please just come inside." A pause, "and-- I'm sorry for keeping you up. You've caught me in a...uh...mood..."

His long silence was probably enough of an answer. He was ATTEMPTING to get off, but hadn't been very successful.

⠀ "...S-Shouldn't you be heading to bed yourself, Master Linhardt?"

"...W-What?!" He very quickly shuts his window and covers his red face with his hands. "Shit...! M-Maybe they'll think I'm...I don't know--training?" In his bedroom. As normal people do.