[Ingo scoots down the couch so he can stretch out horizontally rather than sitting up. Reading time is over; he feels more like relaxing now, in that languid feline way that's no longer quite so familiar to him. Lying on his back isn't the most comfortable position anymore, but the cushions make it tolerable and this is the easiest way to rest his hand on Silvally's neck for some more idle scratching.
It's warm in here. Maybe he'll end up dozing a bit, too...]
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It's warm in here. Maybe he'll end up dozing a bit, too...]