She does indeed vanish into the fluff, but John will feel her half-climb onto his back and snuggle in there, face resting in the dip between his shoulder blades.
Her muffled, disembodied voice says, "You smell nice."
It's not a scent she could name even if she wanted to, but it's comforting in its John-ness.
"If I fall asleep, who's going to scratch you?" he comments dryly. But he won't deny that this is almost definitely going to put him into a doze, as he turns slightly to check on Willa to make sure she won't slide off.
"You're lucky you're damn comfortable," he grumbles toothlessly, and he spends a moment making sure Willa's hair stays out of her face, before he reclines lengthways against John and gets comfortable as well.
No more comments to make on that. He's just going to lightly purr, content with two of his favorite humans wrapped up in his embrace. Or at least his fur.
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Her muffled, disembodied voice says, "You smell nice."
It's not a scent she could name even if she wanted to, but it's comforting in its John-ness.
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Both of you should rest.
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No more comments to make on that. He's just going to lightly purr, content with two of his favorite humans wrapped up in his embrace. Or at least his fur.