02-26-2021, 02:07 AM
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He grinned as she accepted his approaches with surprising ease, even returning a compliment. He liked her. "Love... in Italy, we say mi amore.... mi amore." His voice grew raspy as he noted her fur fluffed up to his words, she didn't seem threatened, which was exactly what he hoped for. He raised his muzzle again, stood up, and slowly began circling her. "Is what I am doing making you scared, or nervous?" He questioned with a small smile, brushing against her back and gently touching his tail to hers. He wanted to see who this Aphra was, what she had in her, and if she was fine with it he'd probably explore a bit further and see what she's got.
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