Ahahaaa.... [Isn't sheepish per se— he'd need to be shy or ashamed of being caught red-handed (and history's a testament to his lack of fretfulness for that, tinged one distinctive shade of maraschino pink)— but he creeps away from the buttons he'd been fiddling with all the same, slinking to the edge of Fenris' lap as if he'd never been there in the first place, smile wide and deferential, chin tipped faintly downwards to match the low slant of his ears.
In other words: Fenris is free to melt into the flooring if he pleases.]
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In other words: Fenris is free to melt into the flooring if he pleases.]