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A bit cramped? More than a bit, he huffed, trying to push himself upwards, while also not stepping on her tail or her toes. I didn't actually think you'd ever end up in here, sorry. That's why it's very ... A small smile, then: ... Cozy. When she left, though, he'd make sure to expand it. For her.

He was sitting upright, now, head and neck lowered as to not bump his crown against the wood above them. Tail curled neatly around him. Do you have enough space? He murmured, then, eyes focusing on her, tail tapping against the ground.

In truth, Frederick simply wanted to sink into her. To let their furs mingle and to take in all of her scent, her being. But he remained still. Awkward and careful and too polite for his own good. Could she see that he had never met a woman he wasn't related to?

He was very new to this whole thing. Especially the feelings that came with it.

Oh, the cursed nervousness that came with attraction.