【 Bubblegum. 】
❝ You have an eyelash — ❞
And without waiting for her to ask any follow up questions, he's extending his hand out to her face to caress his thumb over her cheek to remove the stray hair for her, lest it be drawn towards her eye. His fingers feel typically cold, and her fur remains just slightly damper in the wake of his touch, as if he's only just washed his hands in frigid tap water.
Several swipes of his thumb pad occur, and he looks first initially confused, before paving the way for an expression that demonstrates awkward embarrassment.
❝ ...Nevermind; it was just your fur. ❞
𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 . unprompted interactions
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Linn struggled to hide the bewildered expression that came oh so naturally with the cabin boy's touch. One could say she was lucky to have fur covering her skin — His wet, icy fingers, however, had an alarmingly prominent aura that bled through the softness of her coat. The cat flinched, if only subtly. Breath caught in her lungs, throat contracting.
And she stood paralyzed, after Bubblegum took the opportunity to wipe his digit numerous times across her pretty little cheek.
❝ Yes, fur. ❞ Came so dryly, it could be easily mistaken as a rare display of annoyance coming from the doctor. ❝ I appreciate your concern, Bubblegum. However, maybe you should refrain from touching people without their consent. I believe most would not be as forgiving as I am. ❞ Linn handled it professional, even if it was quite the hardship in such situation. Swearing she could still feel the wet imprint on her cheekbone, the feline shivers. That was absolutely unnecessary.
She needs a shower now. A long, uninterrupted, hot shower.
