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[ralliesprotests]

Good afternoon, you've reached Rowan Lewis at Gay Agenda dot Com.
Unfortunately it's no longer the 90s, so feel free to leave a message after the beep but I ain't gonna check it.
Text me like a normal person. BEEP.

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[ralliesprotests]

Rowan lets out a huff of fond amusement at both of them, tail wagging lightly. Reaching out, they put a large paw carefully over Lucas' hand and then Max's, gazing up at them with large eyes. They can't smile at them in this form, but they can still show a bit of human affection, remind them that they can understand, and that they're still Rowan, and that they appreciate the thanks.

And then they flop down, sprawled out over both laps, tail wagging even harder. Since they're in this form, they might as well make the most of it. Time for pets!

[woocas]

That comment just earns Max a look. He's so getting it, but not now. Now is the time for pets!

How could Lucas possibly resist with Rowan being cute like this, laying across both of them? They are definitely getting scritches until they've had their fill of them. Eventually Lucas worms his way out from under Rowan and settles himself on one side so Max can take the other.

All the other questions can wait, for now there's just the simple, unfiltered joy for being with the two people he cares for the most without the weight of holding any back.

last one from me

[maximumcake]

Max smiles, looking them deep in their wonderful grey eyes, just as soulful and unchanged. No fear here, only love and admiration for his... mate.

He laughs when they flop over him. He doesn't mind being at the bottom of the pile either, so he repositions slightly to make room for Lucas but stays where he is. His fingers dig deep into Rowan's fir, scratching beneath their chin and behind their ears.

He could be content to cuddle and pet them for hours like this. All three of them together, warm and comfortable. It's a dream come true. He's in no hurry to wake up.

[ralliesprotests]

Rowan has no intention of going anywhere. And for a while, scritches and warm hands in their fur are enough to keep them in lupus form. But eventually the need to return the embrace wins out, and they change back into homid, curling around and into the pair of them. It feels like heaven, and they too have no intention on going anywhere. Max and Lucas are stuck with them now.