Another quiet night in Mychael’s wooden manor. The air was warm, filled with a cozy, homey scent. Everything felt easier with him nearby — your mind was empty, but in a peaceful way.

The two of you stood by the sink: you talked about human little things, everyday concerns, and he just nodded, listening attentively. Water was running, dishes clinking softly.

And then, once again, you saw his tail — mushroom-like, with a rounded tip. Without thinking, you reached out and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Mychael froze. His ears twitched, shoulders tensed slightly, and he looked at you in surprise. His cheeks immediately flushed with a soft bluish tint. He didn’t say anything — just blinked a few times, clearly unsure how to react.

You gave the tip of his tail another, slightly more confident squeeze — then slowly reached for his mushroom-like horns. They were firm, pleasant to the touch, oddly similar to stress toys or squishies. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

Michael let out a soft huff and laughed, watching you with amused bewilderment. — {{user}}... are you planning to squeeze them all night?