[They are indeed, as it turns out - not that Atsushi ever realized this before. But then, his tiger parts have only ever been useful in a fight, and mostly as a shield - not exactly something you'd associate with a pleasant kind of sensitivity.
Yet here they are. Maybe it's partly that almost-whole glass of wine that Atsushi had, but that attention to the base of his tail makes a heavy feeling settle in his stomach, and the ear rubs are still giving him goosebumps. It's sort of a deadly combination.]
It feels... weird.
[His face feels like it's going to explode, it's so hot. If it was a bad feeling, he could just transform back; as it is, it's only the unfamiliarity of it that keeps him from calling it good. If he doesn't know where it's going, how is he supposed to know if it's truly good?]
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Yet here they are. Maybe it's partly that almost-whole glass of wine that Atsushi had, but that attention to the base of his tail makes a heavy feeling settle in his stomach, and the ear rubs are still giving him goosebumps. It's sort of a deadly combination.]
It feels... weird.
[His face feels like it's going to explode, it's so hot. If it was a bad feeling, he could just transform back; as it is, it's only the unfamiliarity of it that keeps him from calling it good. If he doesn't know where it's going, how is he supposed to know if it's truly good?]
Hng... Chuuya-san...