[Jon's entirely too flustered and considers throwing the bracelet into the flat and fleeing... but Tim knows where he works and where he lives. Avoiding him for the rest of his existence might be a challenge. After dithering at the entryway for a long moment, he finally steps inside and closes the door behind him.
Tim has, unfortunately, already seen the ears, the hat is uncomfortable, so Jon opts to take it off again. His tail is equally uncomfortable, but that would requite unbuttoning his trousers. Which... really? Well, why not. It seems like a reasonable thing to do while Tim is getting the tea.]
No sugar, just milk, please. [Heavy on the milk. Jon tosses his hat onto an available flat surface and unzips his jeans to pull his tail out. It's a relatively quick process, which means Tim isn't likely to catch him in the act unless he's very fast, indeed, with the tea. Jon will still be sporting a tail whenever he returns, though.]
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Tim has, unfortunately, already seen the ears, the hat is uncomfortable, so Jon opts to take it off again. His tail is equally uncomfortable, but that would requite unbuttoning his trousers. Which... really? Well, why not. It seems like a reasonable thing to do while Tim is getting the tea.]
No sugar, just milk, please. [Heavy on the milk. Jon tosses his hat onto an available flat surface and unzips his jeans to pull his tail out. It's a relatively quick process, which means Tim isn't likely to catch him in the act unless he's very fast, indeed, with the tea. Jon will still be sporting a tail whenever he returns, though.]