[North has been somewhat hidden away these past few days, spending longer in bed with the covers pulled up and scratching at his neck like he had something to itch there. But today, sometime after Carolina has gotten York out of the bathroom and when the sun was just beginning to sink lower in the sky, North finally comes out of his room, completely shirtless and with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The reason why the normally borderline-prude is so bared should be obvious; night-black leathery skin stretches from North's wrists to his hips, melting against the still-pale skin of his arms.
Not to mention the giant purple satellite ears on top of his head, or the ruff of thick, white fur trailing around his neck and down his chest.
Suffice it to say, York's not the only one feeling a little... altered.]
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Not to mention the giant purple satellite ears on top of his head, or the ruff of thick, white fur trailing around his neck and down his chest.
Suffice it to say, York's not the only one feeling a little... altered.]