Host’s face was a bright red, and he whined softly as he hid his face against Dark’s chest again. His head was racing, one thought chasing the other, and most all of them were related to feelings.
It helped him out of his kitten headspace, though thankfully he didn’t feel embarrassed about that. But he did notice some chunks of narration.
“The others are outside the door.”, he said quietly. Host never liked it a lot when the others came into the library without announcing themselves, and especially when they were near his room.