He watches, eyebrows scrunching together as Maurice tries to figure out the logistics of sitting with a huge as tail. When he finally gets it, he pops a squat himself, but there is a distinctly wet sound that follows. He might have been wet before, but his 'tie your tail around your waist' trick has seemed to have gotten him in more trouble.

He jumps up immediately, looking at the bench where his tiny ass has been imprinted on the bench in ink. "I swear to fucking god...is it bad?" He hesitates before turning to let Maurice get a look, let him know the damage. His tail tip is smooshed and still kind of dripping, but his jeans are totally ruined. Welp.