Open to Any Plot: It's mating season and Blake is struggling Possible Relations: Ex, Friend, Stranger, Partner but they're in public. Basically anyone he can't reasonably just jump. ~Your choice if your muse knows what he is/knows what the issue is.~
"No I'm good," Blake assured eyes shut but it wasn't helping. Why did the other smell so fucking good? It would have been enticing on a normal day much less in his current state. He should have known better than to be around someone else in this state but usually he could push through it. The other was just a temptation like nothing else. He had to think up an excuse. "Actually I'm not feeling great. Stomach is...upset. Might need to dip."
















