The Floodlands flutterbat

haha me too!

in the next moment, Laika's hard voice cut through his heat-addled mind and Cas' one ear fell back against his skull. "what the hell did i do?" he asked, moving away from her with a bewildered look on his face. his tail switched -- he was torn between wanting to get away from her moody ass and wanting to stay next to her, protectiveness rising in his heart.

"Laika," Casmir began again, clearing his throat. "you're weird. i mean, you're acting weird. you smell all ... well you smell really nice all of a sudden. n-not that you don't always smell nice, it's just different now? um, and you're being weird. and sorta mean? what's going on?" he asked again, now thoroughly confused and rather afraid of his mate, despite the dull throb in his loins.