collaredexperimentation:

-Heat blinked, and followed obediently. Meeting to the sight of wonderful collars, and shyly holding his own in slight thought.-… Is, it alright if I pick one and you pick one?

-He asked, shyly taking a step forward, and scrunching his shoulders shyly.-

I don’t need many at all… Although they’re all pretty.

-He said, stepping up to one blue collar, and idly skimming his fingers against its blue fabric.-

“The owner of the store makes them himself, actually. And that’s fine, Heat. Pick whichever y’like.”

Rebecca went to one side of the smallish room but not too far away so Heat could look on his own.