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Closing in the distance once it seems she won't rip his head off, moving behind her to hug her from behind, his chest pressing against her back all the while he continues to pepper her ear with affection.
And if that wasn't enough, he's burying his face on that mop of pink hair—
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Closing in the distance once it seems she won't rip his head off, moving behind her to hug her from behind, his chest pressing against her back all the while he continues to pepper her ear with affection.
And if that wasn't enough, he's burying his face on that mop of pink hair—
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And just to be sure she won't move away. . . His free arm is now wrapping around her waist.
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ㅤ His front comes right up against a tail that's smacking his cheek and neck as it lashes, fluffy and soft in its pink glory - that, and asscheeks large as her head if not larger, thanks to Sage's... Honestly, who knows why Sage did it, maybe she's a closet pervert.
A low, feline growl is rumbling out of her chest, even if she trusts him. Holding her close, Andrew'd notice when the blush starts to warm her cheeks up, ears slowly picking up to allow his touch closer. "You're pissin' me off.. 💢 💦 "
He muttered against the back of her head, her hair tickling his nose as he paid no attention to her tail— even if a part of him wanted nothing more than to pet it. But he had a feeling that would be a step too much. . . For now.
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“ Cutie. The best kitty ever. . . ♡ ”
ㅤ ... Around here is where her hissing stops, his front subsumed in a cheek. Her tail is moving still, sure, but that growl is just slowly fading away, her hands finicking with each others' nails with an obvious anxiety born from energy that had no outlet.