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He felt guilt at the other's concern. O-oh no! I just...I don't remember anyone ever calling me that. Cute. Even the word felt strange on his tongue. He was short and compact, stocky built. It almost looked like he never grew out of those awkward puppy stages. Stuck somewhere between a child and an adult. Sometimes he mentally felt like that too. Not that he needed to share such things.

You...look nice. I don't think I've seen someone with the color of your fur. There. He managed to get something out without sounding too much like a try-hard. Oh but now he realized all the little things. Like the twinkle of his eyes and how he was built with such grace, lithe and lean but in a unique way compared to what he has already seen.

Oh boy.