#ethodoc

c/w for non human genetalia

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Etho spends the entire day following Doc around - they are hanging out and working on redstone together but Etho feels like he's a perv watching him elbow deep in the guts of his latest contraption - building himself up to asking. Doc pulls back from the complexly layered logic circuits with redstone staining his four burly green paws and looks back at Etho, who has been letting his eyes wander anywhere but Doc for far too long. Sitting on a shulker, his bushy winter tail sways languidly side to side, fuzzier than usual, a little feverish shake disrupting the rhythm every so often. Doc lifts a brow as he wipes at his paws with a rag. "What are you thinking about ladders?" Etho gulps. "Uh, nothing?" "The rhythm your tail is swaying at, dead give away your being a sick little perv, what are you thinking about?" Doc chuckles flatly, bottom set of arms crossed while his upper pair stretch and Etho blushes - Doc in a barely there tank distressed and stained red, thickset furry and cybernetic arms stretching and exposing his pits: so very fluffy with the smell of hard work wafting towards him has that effect. Snappers… Etho tucks it around his body so he can hugs it close to his chest, it still squirms and flounders in his arms. Doc snorts at the cute fox atop his shulker. They both know Doc isn't going to leave him alone until Etho spills, and Etho really REALLY doesn't want to endure Doc coaxing it out of him - he can be so sweetly mean and so meanly sweet about it. ...