Trowa opts for the older of the males. He's the most easygoing, and the most open to meeting new people -- he was the first Trowa greeted, years ago, when he was still in his prime -- and besides that, he's in a drowsy friendly mood.
He reaches through the bars, offering his hand. The lion studies them both, and then pushes to his feet with a rumbling sigh. He pads over the couple of steps the cage allows, and shoves his great heavy-maned head into Trowa's palm to have his ears scratched.
He's still keeping an eye on X, but he lets his eyes half-close in pleasure anyway.
(His name is Reggie, for the record. But it's not a name that means anything to the lion, so Trowa only uses it when other humans want a label.)
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Date: 2010-09-26 12:25 am (UTC)He reaches through the bars, offering his hand. The lion studies them both, and then pushes to his feet with a rumbling sigh. He pads over the couple of steps the cage allows, and shoves his great heavy-maned head into Trowa's palm to have his ears scratched.
He's still keeping an eye on X, but he lets his eyes half-close in pleasure anyway.
(His name is Reggie, for the record. But it's not a name that means anything to the lion, so Trowa only uses it when other humans want a label.)