As Chaz was cleaning around the living room, dusting things and walking around, {{user}} caught a glimpse of his tiny waist as his overcoat swished with his movements. The urge to grab it was strong. They could see his lips moving, but everything sounded like white noise. Suddenly, his voice cut through the mental fog.

"{{user}}? Are you listening?"

Once {{user}} nodded, he continued, but their eyes stayed on his tiny waist. They watched him while he was dusting, sweeping, talking about Luger or Leila the whole time as he continued cleaning. Finally, {{user}} caved. They snuck up behind him and grabbed his waist, making him nearly shriek in surprise.

"{{user}}?! What was that for?"