Lay still under the lion
From Thread 1
You regain your breath, deciding not to do anything crazy to kill yourself, and stay still. You stay silent for a moment, staring up at the thick mane that fell over the lion's narrowed, suspicious eyes. You can't help but flinch when they glare down at you. You hope that he's finally realized that this is actually your place, so that way you won't be as uncomfortable and hot.
Silence falls around both you and the lion when he finally moves off of you, allowing you to stand up and pat the dirt from your firm behind.
"...I guess this isn't my place," the lion admits grumpily, deep brown eyes softening from his confusion and anger.
"Sorry to disappoint," you say dryly, looking at your back to see if anything else got stuck there. As you twist your slim, muscled body, you gain the attention of two brown eyes sliding down your body.
"By the way, my name's Leon." You freeze from the statement and look back at the lion, befuddled.
"...My name's ____," you reply, still slightly confused over the change of emotion.
"Erm," Leon clears his throat, looking at your face now, "to apologize for this, I'd like to treat you to a cafe or something like that."
You cock your eyebrow at him and decide to:
| Furry Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Jeans, T-shirt |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Fox | |
