Gemotions

He felt his heart start to pound in his chest. A ferret. A ferret, with its… *smell*. He had to stop this. He could feel his skin prickle. "Absolutely not," he said, his voice a near whisper. The smile on Emily's face was quickly fading. The apartment felt tight, too small, and the air seemed to have thickened.

The potential for trouble, the incessant curiosity, the small, grasping hands… it was too much. He envisioned a constant whirlwind of chaos. He had to protect their shared space. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

He felt the need to get away. Immediately.