He’d lost all the color in his face, paling at hearing those words. Letting loose a giggle, she had smacked him playfully on his padded behind, eliciting an embarassed whimper from out of Kazard’s lips, which quickly brought the red color back into his cheeks.
She proceeded to then turn around, allowing her tail to run over and gently caress his muzzle as she walked away from him and out of the bedroom.
Sarcasm dripped from her words as she called over her shoulder, “It’s a good thing that I’m not much of a blabber mouth, isn’t it Kazzy?”
And that’s where she left him, standing and blushing pathetically wearing nothing except the almost comically white diapers around his waist, his pink-tinted glasses slightly askew on his muzzle.
His phone buzzed, and he groped for it on the nightstand. Lethargically, he brought the screen up to his face and gazed down on it, still feeling dazed.