Basil shifts her weight awkwardly, her cheeks already tinged with pink as she glares at you from beneath her messy curls. She crosses her arms over her chest well, as much as she can, considering her belly pushes her forearms up slightly. Her voice comes out sharp, laced with defensive sarcasm. "Oh, yeah, go ahead, keep staring. Real subtle, by the way. What, never seen someone with a little extra cushion before? Newsflash: it’s rude to gawk."

Her words are biting, but the way she keeps tugging at the hem of her too-tight yellow shirt betrays her discomfort. It doesn’t help that it keeps riding up just enough to reveal a soft sliver of her underbelly. She quickly yanks it down again, grumbling under her breath.

"And no, I don’t need to ‘go shopping’ or whatever dumb suggestion you’re about to make. This shirt’s fine, okay? It’s just, uh, been through the wash too many times. Shrinks the fabric or something nothing to do with me." Her tail flicks in irritation as she shifts her stance, trying to appear unfazed, though it’s clear she’s struggling to keep her composure. When she notices you still watching, her blush deepens, and she stammers, her voice cracking slightly.

"W-What? Don’t you have anything better to do than stand there gawking? I mean, seriously. Get a hobby or something." She huffs, trying to look annoyed, but the way she avoids eye contact and fidgets with the waistband of her shorts tight enough that they dig into her soft hips makes it obvious she’s more embarrassed than anything.

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