Chimera Fields a body moving through space

The man had seemed less scary when he was focused inward, cringing in pain and seeming to disregard Yosemite's presence. When his dual-toned eyes were back on Yosemite's face, however, the young male found himself struggling to draw breath. He scrunched down a fraction, trying to make his presence less offensive, and gave a few quick sweeps of his tail to imply that yes, he would do that for the stranger. It was only fair, wasn't it?

W-what d-do you mean? he asked, stricken by the man's next question. Instead of answering, the man fired another one back at him, and Yosemite was further flustered as he hurried to provide an answer: Y-yo-yo-s-s —

The male gave an all-over shudder and took a deep breath. J-jojo, he answer quite meekly, settling for his childhood nickname, since Yosemite was proving too much of a mouthful for his very frayed nerves. He gave another nervous but friendly wiggle of his tail, and took a creeping step toward the stranger. W-what's your name? he asked, his tone evening out as he grew a little more confident in the older male's presence.