[~Zacharie~]

"No, I barely get sick. When I do, it's awful," he murmured. Reaching up to run a hand through his hair. Biting his lip. Tail twitching still, breath ragged. Eyes soon had blinked open his eyes as he looked over to the other. "Y... You sure? I know we don't have to tell mom and dad. But I don't want to force you into anything your not comfortable with," he said. Blushing awkwardly.