[When did she get this close? When did she start touching him? When did his cheeks get this red?
When had Barry started leaning in closer?
Foozles are a very careful sort. Always have been. Choosing a mate among themselves can take years and years of slow courtship and delicate dancing around the issue, seen as something not really spoken about, not even between the prospective partners. It's like an achingly slow gravitational pull, a guessing game played deaf and blind that somehow ends in a lifetime spent together. Sometimes just out of convenience, sometimes out of comfort. Foozles don't sleep around. Foozles don't flirt. Not the way humans do.
But Barry has been away from his own kind for too long. He's been exposed to humans for a long time, their ways, their media, and he's never stopped being fascinated by how straight-forward they can be. How open-minded, how shameless. It's admirable. Encouraging. In some ways, he's adopted their ways, and in others, he's incurably foozle. He hasn't really considered how he'd respond to a romantic proposition in this environment until right now.
Given how nice Lup's touch to his soft fur feels, how striking he finds her eyes, how her sweet smile makes his stomach flutter, it feels like he's left his foozle inclinations behind on this one. He grins, still blushing, shifting his hand towards hers so he can feel more of her touch.]
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When had Barry started leaning in closer?
Foozles are a very careful sort. Always have been. Choosing a mate among themselves can take years and years of slow courtship and delicate dancing around the issue, seen as something not really spoken about, not even between the prospective partners. It's like an achingly slow gravitational pull, a guessing game played deaf and blind that somehow ends in a lifetime spent together. Sometimes just out of convenience, sometimes out of comfort. Foozles don't sleep around. Foozles don't flirt. Not the way humans do.
But Barry has been away from his own kind for too long. He's been exposed to humans for a long time, their ways, their media, and he's never stopped being fascinated by how straight-forward they can be. How open-minded, how shameless. It's admirable. Encouraging. In some ways, he's adopted their ways, and in others, he's incurably foozle. He hasn't really considered how he'd respond to a romantic proposition in this environment until right now.
Given how nice Lup's touch to his soft fur feels, how striking he finds her eyes, how her sweet smile makes his stomach flutter, it feels like he's left his foozle inclinations behind on this one. He grins, still blushing, shifting his hand towards hers so he can feel more of her touch.]
Are you askin' me out?