[ Niiiix! ]
It felt like a burning in the middle of his gut. The never ending pull at his spine and the heat that clawed at his spine. Beauregard couldn't keep his ears up. Couldn't keep his tail from twitching. Sometimes, once every few years when things were stressful and he wasn't paying attention to himself his... Season... Blind sided him. It was short notice. He knew it was. Still, it was an emergency sort of reason and he squeezed the papers in his hand and did his best to breathe through his mouth.
Beauregard was disgusted with himself when a younger woman walked past him. Practically salivating like some gross pervert. A deep breath. All would be fine.
Just had to submit the proper papers and then hide in his apartment for a week or two until it ended. Before he'd have known. Should have known.
One push into the office to request the time off, mouth open to breathe.
"Sir?" He said softly, his voice a deep rumble. Beauregard was dressed in uniform, he had one last lesson in him before it hit full force. Sort of. Maybe. From far away. "I've ... Come down with..." How to word this? Beau took a few steps into the office and pushed his braid over his shoulder, ears twitching, tail twitching. His pupils were wide circles instead of their usual slits.
"I've found myself in a bit of an emergency and I need to request..." Beau stared, eyebrows up. Deep breath. "Uh... Request." A tilt of his head and Beau put the papers down on the table, hands flat, leaning over, "Sir," He cleared his throat, "Are you okay?" Was he okay? Beau did his best to keep himself... Calm. Mostly. Ailill had always smelled good. Now though. Beau kept his mouth open because he was about to pounce. Which would be rude. Really rude.
But really good.