"You sure you want to be huddled up like this?" asked the otter. "Being wet is easy for--"
"I'm suuuure." The nerdy mouse huddled in closer, rubbing his cheek against the otter's well-fashioned shoulder.
"Is it really that cold?" The otter said. Maybe it was an otter thing, but he was the perfect temperature.
"I just wanna stay nice and dry. Under here."
"Well, it must be a little crowded, me being so big." The otter chuckled. "Otters don't need clothes in this kinda weather, you're getting more use out of this than I am." The mouse's face fell.
"A-am I too close?" said the mouse. If the otter was being honest, he liked having this little string bean close to him. He was cute, smart, all around boyfriend material. He just didn't know if the mouse would like him back.
"No, I..." the otter hesitated. "I just... I wish I didn't rope you into the bet. I don't know if you're nervous, or cold, or shy, but..." The otter let out a breath. The mouse strode awkwardly to keep up with the otter.
"I'm fine! I promise!" the mouse said. "I..." The string bean stopped in his tracks. His hand was on the back of his neck now, rather than firmly planted on the otter's biceps.
"I threw the... I threw the bet just for... this," the mouse said, gesturing at the otter's body.
"You like boys?" the otter said.
"I like you," the mouse said. The otter's face broke into a grin. He leaned in close.
"You wanna help me pick out something to wear after this?" The mouse's face flushed. He nodded.