[thorns? what thorns? though he registers the pain, the vine itself is already forgotten. the tattoo's needles felt the most similar, but his pleasure-fogged mind grasps at a different comparison, one already wound up in quetzal's presence, and welcomes it. like claws in his neck, this can be another bite. and when he whimpers, even muffin doesn't know if it's for pain or pleasure.

but it's only a small part of his thoughts. a bright note against the rising heat and the nearing crest. he wants to give something back, some greater encouragement than just petting quetzal's feathers.]

...Want— um. Want second tattoo. Can watch.