Oct 19, 2020
@leslienkyle asked:
"Can I..." The silver-haired youth reached out to Reno's incredibly soft-looking ears. "May I?" They were bright like shades of autumn and Leslie was having a hard time looking away.
He could feel the other staring, even as he very pointedly avoided his gaze, slouching over the table. One pointed ear flicked back at the sound of Leslie’s voice, and Reno groaned into the crook of his arm. Well, at least he asked.
“Yeah, sure. Fine, yo.”
“But if ya say anything to anyone, ever... I will fry ya.”
