[........................... She said "huge". She said "huge" instead of "fine"! No, no, no??? Way too many seconds after she should have realized this it actually hits her, and even then it's only because he moves to get her cup for her and that requires, well... moving. Which moves other things, and reminds her to jerk her head back up and catch sight of his face.
Is he blushing? Nikolai? Nikolai? That's... okay no it's not quite like Cardan blushing level, but she's already made that happen, so this was-]
Right- ! You're right! Sorry, I just-
[Was looking at his dick? Staring at his dick? It's not her fault, it's right there? Why is it so big? Why is she still apologizing??? That's way too many "sorry" in a row? She'll just hurriedly take the teacup... and almost spill it right in his lap. Only at the last second of a slow motion scramble correction does she pull it in close to make sure that the splash lands on her kimono instead of his pants. He came her to collect a shirt, she can't ruin more of his clothes- ?!
And also she needs... to stop. Just. Stop, clutching her cup and unable to hide that the red on her cheeks is no longer from choking, or that her tail is flicking little whispy patterns across the floor.]
Is that... A dragon... thing... ?
[It had to be right? She can't not ask... Wasn't it uncomfortable???]
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Is he blushing? Nikolai? Nikolai? That's... okay no it's not quite like Cardan blushing level, but she's already made that happen, so this was-]
Right- ! You're right! Sorry, I just-
[Was looking at his dick? Staring at his dick? It's not her fault, it's right there? Why is it so big? Why is she still apologizing??? That's way too many "sorry" in a row? She'll just hurriedly take the teacup... and almost spill it right in his lap. Only at the last second of a slow motion scramble correction does she pull it in close to make sure that the splash lands on her kimono instead of his pants. He came her to collect a shirt, she can't ruin more of his clothes- ?!
And also she needs... to stop. Just. Stop, clutching her cup and unable to hide that the red on her cheeks is no longer from choking, or that her tail is flicking little whispy patterns across the floor.]
Is that... A dragon... thing... ?
[It had to be right? She can't not ask... Wasn't it uncomfortable???]