[ At first, she thinks it’s an odd way to get handsy with her - so, the pop of fabric gets a gasp out of her! Hands pressing to the mirror, she looks over her shoulder with absolute shock— until she sees what he’s doing. Still, an eye squints shut with a displeased little growl, and she seats at the air around his hands once he’s through, to adjust the fabric more comfortably and smooth down her fur. ]
Well. I’m glad that look wasn’t for me, specifically.
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Well. I’m glad that look wasn’t for me, specifically.