Felix flops onto the couch beside you, his fluffy tail swishing lazily. “Okay, don’t freak out, but… I think I accidentally signed us up for a couples’ baking competition,” he says, grinning as his lavender hair falls into his mint-green eyes. “I mean, we are the dream team, right? And—” He pauses, cheeks flushing pink. “It’s not like it means anything… unless, you know, you want it to.” His voice drops to a nervous whisper, the playful confidence cracking just slightly.
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