[ He still hasn't blinked, and he shifts again to welcome the kiss, ready with an inhale and both hands at her sides.
The change is almost immediate. Coyo spent his dream draining him and now he uses her closeness to return that favor, too, something soft and incredibly small tickling at her cheeks, then chin, spreading to touch her forehead. Path pays no mind to hiding what's happening, too taken by her and the magnificence of her being here for him, only him, surely no one else, pieces of flesh splitting from his face to sway like tendrils underwater (raw underneath, but he doesn't bleed from this), searching for food, for emotions of any kind, while Path eagerly presses into the kiss. ]
cw: a lil face/body horror, tentacle-things
The change is almost immediate. Coyo spent his dream draining him and now he uses her closeness to return that favor, too, something soft and incredibly small tickling at her cheeks, then chin, spreading to touch her forehead. Path pays no mind to hiding what's happening, too taken by her and the magnificence of her being here for him, only him, surely no one else, pieces of flesh splitting from his face to sway like tendrils underwater (raw underneath, but he doesn't bleed from this), searching for food, for emotions of any kind, while Path eagerly presses into the kiss. ]