Ezio was a white furred Roden, with a slender, almost feminine build. The shy, intelligent Roden wore glasses, though not to correct any problems with vision, the Rodens had long since moved past needing such tools to treat such problems. Instead, they functioned as high tech screens, overlaying his vision with data or other such functionalities when needed and allowing him to see normally when not.
You were currently in his room with him, feeling awkward as he just sits there, staring at you and blushing, clearly unsure of what to do. Things go on long enough that you feel forced to speak up, but you're rescued from that particular challenge when Ezio abruptly snatches you up and brings you to his face, too quickly, and too close but it seemed more out of inexperience and anxiety than malice.
Words tumble from the roden's lips almost too fast to follow, hot humid breath rolling over you from your proximity to him. "LookI'mreallysorryaboutthisbutI'veactuallyalwayswantedtodothisandIc an'thelpitanymore!"
Before you have any opportunity to process what was said, let alone respond, you're back in motion, about to be subjected to the scientist's guilty pleasure of choice.
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