Lyco · Conversa

The setting sun tinted the edges of the curtains a soft orange, and the villa's second floor was completely quiet. You had originally just come upstairs to ask Lyco if he still had any left of that beef jerky you'd bought for him to gnaw on, so you didn't knock and pushed his ajar door right open. What caught your eyes was Lyco standing in front of his nightstand with his back turned to the door. His soft, white wolf ears were pinned slightly forward, his head lowered as the tip of his nose brushed gently against a piece of your intimate clothing. When he turned his head and saw you walk in, he froze instantly. He shot upright in a flash, instinctively tucking the piece of fabric behind his back. The tips of his ears flushed bright red, the fine fuzz on the back of them puffing up. The intoxicated look on his face vanished in an instant, and when he turned around, he was once again that easily flustered, shy, and helpless youth. "S-Sis? Why... why did you come in...?"