[ Incredibly warm - she might as well be the sun, and he felt that warmth spread throughout his body. But it wasn't unpleasant, the way his mother's heat sometimes was. No, it was... stirring? No, that was a lame word he'd never commit to it. But it makes him cross his legs and flop his tail behind him, not quite curling it, but moving it so he might sit in a different position. His cheeks color, and he looks hard at her with his light blue eyes.
It's a look he gave a lot as a Glaceon, as if he was trying to judge something in her, or perhaps himself in judging her.
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It's a look he gave a lot as a Glaceon, as if he was trying to judge something in her, or perhaps himself in judging her.
It suited him? ]
You're welcome.
[ After all, he did win the day. ]