Ticklish. Real fur. Really, Kyle? Not helping. Not even a little bit. Simon looked slightly chagrined as he ducked his chin to his chest and took a sip from his soda. "You're right. It's looks fine just the way it is," he said simply. He was suddenly no longer thirsty, so he set his soda on the small table out on the balcony and leaned onto his elbows over the railing next to Kyle. He looked out at the city lights.
"Real fur, huh?" No, he couldn't let it go either. He was worse than Kyle. "Bet that comes in handy when it's cold weather. Me, I'm always cold."