Wow, even though she's no longer invading his personal space, this is still so difficult to talk about. Fumbling, he picks up a book, opens it to a random page, and then closes it. If she picked up on his anxious energy before, he'll reek of it now.
"I don't know?" he admits weakly, because it's one thing for Malia to do it and not know any better as a near fulltime coyote shapeshifter. It's another thing for him to enjoy her ignorance. God, does that make him some kind of weird pervert or something? Then, awkward as hell, he suddenly blurts, "You smell good. Nice."
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Wow, even though she's no longer invading his personal space, this is still so difficult to talk about. Fumbling, he picks up a book, opens it to a random page, and then closes it. If she picked up on his anxious energy before, he'll reek of it now.
"I don't know?" he admits weakly, because it's one thing for Malia to do it and not know any better as a near fulltime coyote shapeshifter. It's another thing for him to enjoy her ignorance. God, does that make him some kind of weird pervert or something? Then, awkward as hell, he suddenly blurts, "You smell good. Nice."