Kazard cleared his throat, straining his smile a little bit as he consolidated, ”I think that should be enough for right now, maybe if you find an apple or a piece of fruit along the way I’d like that, I’ve been craving something a little juicier lately.”
She giggled a little bit, giving him a look like,” Uh-huh, nice save attempt Mr. I-Don’t-Eat-Enough,” and had turned around, the teasing tail of hers wafting behind her like a soft, lively pillow.
A different kind of wafting came from his padding and did not improve even when he remembered the bottle of cleaning spray underneath his desk. Not even a large number of sprays from the container totally eradicated the smell, and when the vixen walked back over to his little place he thought he saw her crinkle her nose just a little bit, but she did smile at him sweetly when she handed him his sandwich.