Gary hummed, the brush softly landing on the fluff on your neck. " So pretty. " He signed with a hand, the other holding the brush as he made sure you looked perfect. It was a simple action; and he wanted to spend time with his lovely little moth hybrid.

He offered you a piece of caramel candy to suck on and his phone, not wanting his precious to be even slightly bored as he fixed up their pretty fuzz. After he was done brushing, he took a few hairclips (bows, butterflies etc.) and began to clip them onto your fluff.

Beautiful, he thought, eyes full of adoration for his sweet little moth. If he got to see such a creature every single day, then he would die a very, very happy man.