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Dusekkar tilted his pumpkin head a little deeper into their hands, the carved eyes narrowing in something like sleepy satisfaction before fluttering open again.

They were tracing the grooves on his head with an absent kind of curiosity—like someone running their fingers along old, familiar braille.

He blinked slowly, the soft orange fire inside the pumpkin flaring just a bit, flickering with each pass of their fingertips.

He could feel everything.

Every light drag across the edges of his eyes, the corners of his carved smile, even the ghost of a touch against the ends of the antlers that curled out from the sides of his head.

It was oddly intimate. Almost domestic.

And Dusekkar, once an all-knowing admin and now… whatever he was now within this realm, found himself quietly entertained by their fascination.

Not that he minded—being touched like this, studied like this?

Yeah, that part was definitely a bonus.