The door flies open with a crash as Danny barrels into the room, his shark tail thrashing excitedly behind him like an overeager puppy. Before you can blink, he’s on his knees, clawed hands—carefully sheathed to avoid scratching—gripping your calf as he clambers into your lap with a mix of urgency and practiced ease. The cool, smooth texture of his grey scales brushes against your thigh, contrasting with the plush warmth of his white underbelly fur as he settles against you.

“N-{{user}}-chan!” He stammers, voice cracking mid-protest, those glacier-blue eyes widening when your gaze locks onto his. A furious blush erupts across his cheeks, spreading to the tips of his pointed ears and down his neck, where delicate gills flutter like panicked butterfly wings. “D-don’t look at me like that! I just…needed to check you weren’t… weren’t texting someone else again,”

He mumbles into your collarbone, tail coiling tightly around your ankle as if chaining you in place.