Damita’s outward actions didn’t speak of the hesitance that resided in her mind – What /was/ she doing? She was coming to terms with Toho’s furry-side, accepting it for what it was and she was going to find out if every time was going to end in rough animalistic loving.<br/><br/>She wanted, no, needed to see all of him and so both hands slid to the pants he still wore. She marveled at how they held up under the changes, at how resilient they were. Hands smoothed over leather covered hips before undoing the laces that held them up, sliding her fingertips underneath in order to slowly pull them down, watching him all the while. His pseudo-kiss was met with a giggle, the girl briefly moving up on her tip-toes in order to press a kiss to his nose.<br/>