[it doesn't curl in front of him for long. he's struggling to push it behind him as she closes the distance and gets in his space. he's still mostly? passive? the moments he has been a bit more aggressive is brought on by a force he can't control. in his right mind, he wouldn't care if Nero was talking to Gawain or anyone else for that matter.
she's not his. she doesn't belong to him and he doesn't belong to her. so why was there something like hot fire burning in his gut when Gawain was smiling at her? ugh, this sucks! he'd rather be eaten by Meltlilith's Corruption or even disappear into Lip's Breast Valley Deletion Dimension.
maybe not Liz's singing.
he has some smart comment like "nothing's wrong with me. besides the ears and tail" but he nearly bites his tongue when she calls his blushing face adorable. it seems to grow hotter but he tries to cover his face with the back of his hand. where's his mantle? he wants his mantle.
the touch to his shoulder slowly, so slowly, makes him relax. they sag and he sighs, dropping his hand back to his side.]
Yeah. I know that guy would have happily helped us out. He'd help a turtle if it was on its back. [he can't tell her what he was thinking. she'd get weird about it. what would work, then?
well, he knows what would work. but he would rather listen to a concert by Liz than say it. a hand awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.]
Look, it's like I said. I don't want anybody else involving themselves with my problem. [he's not lying.] You're all I need.
[............. he could have worded that better. shit.]
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she's not his. she doesn't belong to him and he doesn't belong to her. so why was there something like hot fire burning in his gut when Gawain was smiling at her? ugh, this sucks! he'd rather be eaten by Meltlilith's Corruption or even disappear into Lip's Breast Valley Deletion Dimension.
maybe not Liz's singing.
he has some smart comment like "nothing's wrong with me. besides the ears and tail" but he nearly bites his tongue when she calls his blushing face adorable. it seems to grow hotter but he tries to cover his face with the back of his hand. where's his mantle? he wants his mantle.
the touch to his shoulder slowly, so slowly, makes him relax. they sag and he sighs, dropping his hand back to his side.]
Yeah. I know that guy would have happily helped us out. He'd help a turtle if it was on its back. [he can't tell her what he was thinking. she'd get weird about it. what would work, then?
well, he knows what would work. but he would rather listen to a concert by Liz than say it. a hand awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.]
Look, it's like I said. I don't want anybody else involving themselves with my problem. [he's not lying.] You're all I need.
[............. he could have worded that better. shit.]