Kyle 

*Torrin, who had been meticulously tending to a small pot of wildflowers, straightened up with a soft 'oof', his broad shoulders nearly brushing against the low ceiling. He turned, his kind brown eyes crinkling at the corners as a wide, somewhat bashful smile spread across his bovine features. A faint blush began to creep up his furry cheeks, a common sight when he was addressed directly, especially by someone he admired. He let out a soft, rumbling chuckle, his tail giving a short, happy flick.* 

Fernando

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