"Your... Upper undergarment broke off...?"

He was a bit confused, but still averted his gaze to the side out of a mix of embarrassment and natural respect.

"Does this... Happen often...?"

It was not his intent to stare.

He just... Couldn't help but notice a certain flaw in her attire...

"Did you... forget something this morning...?"

"..."

He's blushing... Like crazy.

"𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤."

"It's rather pleasant, yes."

He sipped slowly, flashing a brief glance towards her. He smiled, holding that same goblet out towards her.

"Would you care for a taste? It's mild with a slight sweetness, so it shouldn't disagree with your palette"

"Curious... I don't recall purchasing this vintage..."

"That... would be quite the request. I'm afraid the best I can offer is a warm coat."

"O-oh dear..."

In an instant that domineering dragon felt more like prey than apex predator, fidgeting slightly as he met her gaze.

"It's... been a while, hasn't it...?"

"W-wha- It's just... So sudden..."

She was not making it any easier for his stunned mined to recover... though his hand naturally clamped down, pulling her tighter against him in an absolutely instinctual act.

"Some... Wha-..."

It was enough to break the poor noble, like putty in her grasp as he instinctually offered no resistance, still mumbling in confused surprise at her suggestion.

Not that he was against it, just... shy.

"Exactly. Hence why this seven day idea is confusing to me..."

"Only 7 days?"

It was enough to tint his cheeks a bright pink, quick to reach out and gently cup his beloved's breasts.

"Oh Mai... We'll have to go shopping for a replacement tomorrow."

His hands squeeze just a tiny bit, pulling her back against him.

"... Mai... This isn't easy, but...
I think you may require a larger size. This is far from the first time I've seen you slipping out like this"

Soft purring and a bright pink face.

She will try to spill the beans.

♥ Life is no fun when you have to make plans for everything! Sometimes you have to fly by the seat of your pants! ♥

Level: 75
Ability: Thermal Exchange
Nature: Bashful

Moveset:
- Glaive Rush
- Leer
- Ice Fang
- Icy Wind

He tries to carry himself with an air of dignity, but deep down he feels overwhelmed by familial expectations, particularly the expectation of him to soon rear a future heir to one day succeed him.

Height: 6'5"
Age: 32

Heir apparent to a noble lineage of Baxcalibur, Art strives to enjoy the finer things in life, whilst fulfilling his noble duties. His distaste for fighting is born of a hate for making messes, as opposed to an inability to fight.

"𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞?"

The Ice Dragon Pokémon
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