Arrow Lake i wish a cure for my cold tongue existed

Astrophel’s tongue bobbed against the back of his teeth, and he slipped the tip between his incisors for a gentle pinch, trying to force his brain to work through the problem he was now faced with. The pain didn’t spark anything but more panic though, and he flailed valiantly for words.

You.. He could feel the dry click in his throat when he swallowed. One paw lifted to try and indicate at the smaller man’s head, where the blood bloomed like a crown of morbid roses.

Blood? 

Had he anymore brain cells with which to think, perhaps his panic would have twisted another way, because the other man was…very pretty. In ways Astrophel’s many words could not put into perspective. As it was, though, most of his brain was set in light speed worrying about the wounds instead of attractiveness.

He gave an awkward, twitching smile, one of his ears held to the side while the other stood straight up, his very posture screaming of his awkward panicking.