Dierk cringed a bit, but tried to give a reassuring smile. He failed miserably.
<…Aw… H-he sounds adorable…. Uhh-hehe…>
He thought back and tried to remember if he came in contact with Kurtis at any point. Not being able to recall it, he still felt a bit wary.
Realizing, as he took a step back slightly, that he might be coming off as a bit rude, he quickly tried to explain.
<Uh, I-I know you said you did Laundry often and all, but, uhh; I’m still a bit… frightened. Call me a pussy if you want, but, uhh; I’m deathly allergic to dog saliva. Just a little contact with it can have a really bad effect on me. S-sorry. I didn’t bother bringing an epiPen with me to the school.>
He brought his hands together and rubbed the back of his left hand a bit. Great, he just had to act like a wuss, especially over something like this. The chances that his clothing had remains of dog drool on them was minimal, unless he washed clothing the really old fashion way. It would have dried by now anyway. Why was he acting so nervous?
He breathed a bit, more embarrassed than he would have liked to admit. Of all the things to get embarrassed over in front of a SEXUAL adviser, he had to get flustered over dog spit.
…he….hehe….he… <I’m being really dumb right now. Sorry. I’m a bit stressed being over here, especially being so far away from my animals. See, I had cats, since I am unable to have a dog. When I was born my dad had to get rid of his three pure bred dogs. He’s been a bit sore about it and brings it up from time to time, but, he bought me a cat as a stress animal.
He didn’t really think it would help me since it was not ‘man’s best friend’ and all, but, I felt a lot calmer when I was with Schatz. Hehe He had a little heart around his left eye. That’s sort of why I got my tattoo on my left hand, to remind me of him when I am away from him, and for when he eventually is no longer there for me…>
He began to rub the back of his hand again, similarly to the way one would scratch the underside of a cat’s chin.