white lies

“I’d-d Like t-t-that.” He said, smiling once again with all the nervousness he had first approached the dark male with. He stepped closer to him slowly, ears still turned back nervously and the white walls of his eyes flashing as he glanced at him. He felt self-conscious; his fur a thin stringy mess with balding patches where he picked at his skin, his claws rough edges chewed to the quick. As always, his only redeeming physical quality were his eyes, which were quickly darting away from the shadow’s deep blue insets from his own shyness. “A-are you looking f-for anything i-i-in particular?” He asked. His skin felt oddly sensitive and he almost seemed to be trembling, although that was hardly unusual for him. This seemed to happen whenever he was around males for a reason he couldn’t quite explain and had proven to make the task of healing Church’s vast injuries quite difficult years ago.
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