
Sprinkles' entire body tensed when Natasha laid her first touch. It wasn't as rough as he expected, and with his clothes on, it was barely there. Part of him wondered if it was worth it to turn off his feeling of touch. It was only worth it if he knew it wouldn't impede, the magical process would be impeded.
Those were stressful thoughts. He needed to think of something he enjoyed. Music played by other people annoyed him, so he tuned it out. The relaxing image of him floating in a warm ocean on a sunny day was far better. The music was no match for the imaginary sound of water gently slapping against itself.
After some time, he spoke up, his voice mildly confused.
"Um... when do I feel something?"