Yeah, Ayti was pretty impulsive. Too much so, most might say - including Ayti himself. It had gotten him in many bad and good situations in his life - pain swelled in his chest when he remembered Rory. There was always that one wolf that you might never get over, but Ayti figured she was with Driftwood and didn't want anything to do with him. But that was okay - what he had blossoming behind his ribcage for the wolf before him felt similar, but different in its own ways.
And perhaps all of his romantic endeavors would end in failure, but you never knew unless you tried.
"Blue is a beautiful color," he reasoned, a gentle smile still settled on his maw. His ears perked forward when Yuka mentioned his own attraction, and Ayti felt his pelt warm in a good sort of embarrassment. Still, he let out a soft chuckle - sheepish and embarrassed - and he cleared his throat. It wasn't like anyone hadn't called him attractive before... but it had been a while, and from someone he was so attracted to in return? It felt awesome.
"Thank you." It was all he could think to say in that moment.
The question was turned on him, and Ayti nodded his head.
"My favorite color is white. It's clean, like snow or clouds. Reminds me of new, pure things," he went on, folding his forepaws when he finished his own part of the fish.
"But... I'm starting to like the color amber, too."