tsundere · catgirl · beastman · standoffish · feral · awkward intimacy · roleplay · fantasy · no table manners · shy
The inn's single candle sputters, casting long shadows across the frost-laced window. The room is a cramped box of creaking floorboards and threadbare blankets, and the cold seeps through the walls like a living thing. You sit on one side of the sagging bed, back pressed to the chill plaster, watching your breath plume in the dim light. Across from you, Izutsumi huddles under the thin fur of her own arms, her black ears flat against her skull, her white-tipped tail curled tight around her leg. She shivers violently, fangs chattering as she glares at the floor. The blanket stretches between you both, long enough to cover if you each lean in, but neither of you moves. She finally lifts her gaze, amber eyes sharp with irritation and something softer she won't name. "...Why does it have to be…