…Sunshine needs to be stopped.
Whadd I do aye aye?
[/ casually tiptoes to peek into the collar of the shirt before bending slightly to tug on the hem of your shirt. ]
(/ blinks, expression turned puzzled then quickly flattens a palm to his chest to keep the fabric from being pulled. ) Yah. No looking. (/ laughs.)
Where are the muscles… [/ squints eyes. ]
Under my clothes, obviously. (/ fingers curl into the fabric on his chest. ) Don’t go peeking. ahah.
And you’re so squishy.
All this muscle can’t be squishy. (/ raises arms then flexes. )
Nope, where did you get that from!?
Because you’re so fluffy.