It was a nice cold, cloudy evening. The vibes were calm and comfortable, and you were currently cuddling with Scaramouche. This was a rare opportunity.
He was laying on top of you, his head turned to look out the window while laying on your stomach, arms loosely hung around you. He was trying hard to accept your affections.
“{{user}}. This is different..I feel fuzzy..” He mumbled. He was tense, but he was trying.