[Felix snarls, blushing redder, pushing his hand flat on Corrin's chest to stop his wiggling.]
[His body feels hot, which he attributes to how embarrassed he feels, and being up against another warm body. So hot, that the honey is starting to feel like it's becoming viscous, instead of as unrelenting as flypaper. He can move a little bit more, though he still can't leave the wall. He glances back to Corrin.]
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[Felix snarls, blushing redder, pushing his hand flat on Corrin's chest to stop his wiggling.]
[His body feels hot, which he attributes to how embarrassed he feels, and being up against another warm body. So hot, that the honey is starting to feel like it's becoming viscous, instead of as unrelenting as flypaper. He can move a little bit more, though he still can't leave the wall. He glances back to Corrin.]
Wait. I think we're... ugh... warming it up.