The four males stood completely frozen, the prideful, peacock-like swelling of their chests instantly deflating into utter, paralyzed confusion.
Caspian's golden eyes blinked slowly, his brow furrowing as if he had just heard her speak in a foreign dialect.
Raiden's pink tails dropped from their proud, grand fan, hovering in mid-air like limp ribbons. Kulu crossed his arms, his sharp amber eyes narrowing in sharp suspicion, while Ren simply stared at her, his blue eyes practically bulging out of his head.
"We're... all right?" Raiden repeated slowly, laughing weakly as he pointed a manicured finger between himself and the other three men. "Love, that's... physically impossible, ain't it? Unless you mean we all had a fair chance, but only one of us actually—"
