How had he found himself in this situation?
Mistoffelees was well known for being secretive, spending hours away from the tribe. No one ever knew what he did in that time. Sure they asked, but he would never give them a straight answer.
It often changed depending on his mood anyway.
This day, he had decided to practise some new dance moves he had been working on. He pushed himself a little harder than usual and as a result took a time out, leaning against some random junk. His head was bowed and his eyes closed. He didn't notice the approaching older tom. He did however hear the slam of a paw above his head. The little tuxedos head shot up and he found himself face to face with Tugger.
Not just face to face. Trapped by. He was so close, seemingly using his larger body to keep Mistoffelees in place as he drew closer.
All thought left the little toms head. The question 'what are you doing?' Quickly dissolved into the white noise ringing in his ears. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak. His senses were filled with Tugger. He was so close he could feel his breath on his face.
Mistoffelees began to shake, he tried to maintain eye contact with his friend, but his treacherous eyes kept flicking down to Tuggers lips, mere millimeters away from his own. Surely he wasn't about to....?