Subject: If Zeb had been home, he would have sweatdropped.
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Posted on: 2015-02-22 12:26:00 UTC
As it was, the room seemed to be growing hotter by the second as the Jolteon leaned in. Zeb leaned away.
Oh no oh no oh no... he thought. He tried to talk, but the only sound he could make was a strangled sort of sputtering. He leaned back further still-
He fell over and hit the floor with a soft thud. Luckily, his thick mane saved his head from the collision, though the same couldn't be said of his dignity. He just wanted to disappear through the floor.