[Yes, Harry is cooing. at. you. He's got a melted heart and there's a fabulous Perry cat and he has no resistance to picking you up and snuggling you tightly in his hoody sleeves.]
[If you've ever tried to pick up a big ball of fluff and grump that very clearly didn't want to be picked up, you'll know what the first few seconds of this arrangement are like. Harry's hold is too tight to wiggle out of, though, and eventually Perry resigns himself to being cuddled. The world is several layers of unfair.]
I'm a cat, numskull, it isn't exactly a walk in the park. Put me down.
[He got the 'down' part of that by sitting himself down and now holding you in his lap. Scritching by the ears, caressing with gentle fingers on the neck. And nuzzling your nose with his just before kissing it . That's required.]
Of course it isn't. Cats don't do walks in the park. You should be on, like, a velvet pillow surrounded by catnip and... [Drifts off. What do cats like? Think, Harry, think.] Fresh tweety birds that don't talk back?
[He pulls his head back and turns away from the nuzzling and kissing, but being held as he is there's no escape. He does however tense his paws to dig his claws briefly into Harry's flesh. It's an involuntary response, but once it's done it serves just as well for a warning.]
Try not to be a complete moron for once in your life. I shouldn't be a cat to begin with.
[...the petting is nice, though. As the tension ebbs away, the impulse to knead his paws takes its place.]
Ow--heeeey! I'm being nice here, Perry! [Thinking? Okay, right. He can do that.] No, you shouldn't be. But you are. [Serious Thoughts! They... don't last. Then its back to nuzzling and yeah he's still keeping up the petting.] And such a widdle fluffy one you are! Do you have any knots? Can I groom you?
[The petting is... distracting. He's steadily kneading his paws, now. It might be accompanied by purring. The contented cat part of him is crowding out a lot of his ability to be irritable about this arrangement.]
What? No. Don't-- [Harry's fingers find a spot under his ear, along the side of his neck, and he tilts his head automatically to rub against Harry's palm. Yep, definitely purring now.]
[Were he more of a jerk, he might smugly grin in victory right now. But he's not. He only smiles with contentment, pleased that he found That Spot and he will continue to stroke it.]
[He leans into Harry's hand again, tilting his head as he does so that the entire line of his body follows, winding up stretched upside-down across the other's lap. Purring at full force, he's completely gone now. Whenever it is that coherent thought finally returns, this is going to prove somewhat compromising.]
would your like your dm post with a side of FEELS?
[Yes, Harry is cooing. at. you. He's got a melted heart and there's a fabulous Perry cat and he has no resistance to picking you up and snuggling you tightly in his hoody sleeves.]
I'm sure it's not all that bad, Perry.
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I'm a cat, numskull, it isn't exactly a walk in the park. Put me down.
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[He'll grant you the fish tank, though. Being unable to open doors is frustrating enough as it is.]
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Of course it isn't. Cats don't do walks in the park. You should be on, like, a velvet pillow surrounded by catnip and... [Drifts off. What do cats like? Think, Harry, think.] Fresh tweety birds that don't talk back?
[When in doubt, reference Looney Tunes.]
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Try not to be a complete moron for once in your life. I shouldn't be a cat to begin with.
[...the petting is nice, though. As the tension ebbs away, the impulse to knead his paws takes its place.]
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What? No. Don't-- [Harry's fingers find a spot under his ear, along the side of his neck, and he tilts his head automatically to rub against Harry's palm. Yep, definitely purring now.]
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