The Floodlands flutterbat

they set off, Casmir veering close from time to time to nip Laika and brush against her pearlescent body. his mind cleared and then muddied again, depending on his proximity. it was sort of irritating, but he dealt with it, until he couldn't, and paused to bundle Laika into his embrace with a frustrated growl. "um ... you smell really nice, and if i'm being completely honest, it ... uh ... it's making me want to ... do ... stuff."

to you, he didn't add, seeking her cheeks, her lips with brazen licks, grinning through his sheer confusion. what the actual dumb hell was going on? why couldn't he control himself?