"She inherited very little from me other than a very stubborn streak." The words sparked his interest again, and he couldn't help but get back to thinking.
Who is the father? The words echoed in his head a million times. He was unsure if he wanted to know or not, for he wasn’t sure if he would react with jealously or with kindness.
I’ll be damned if I’m not bitter and angry. That was his state of mind at the moment, and nothing could change that. He heard the hollow laugh that followed the statement, and guessed she wasn’t happy with the subject either. This made his not want to press, because he didn’t want her to get upset about it. He let is slip from his mind then, and turned it to other things. His eyes suddenly caught movement. She had looked away from him. Why? He felt her orbs back on him before he knew it, and focused his own on hers. She looked almost embarrassed, but he was uncertain of what.
Did I do something wrong? Damn it. However, she smiled when he heard him talk about defeating the Qian. In a moment her muzzle was upon him, and he felt the electricity of her touch shock his body. It was something he was unused to, but he liked it. He nuzzled her back and chucked at her comment. He thought it well that he should do something that was a bit easier. He hadn’t thought that he was jumping into it too fast, but he must have been.
"You know, there is something different about you. It's not bad either." The words left his maw in an instant. He mind processed this a few moments later. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. He felt himself grow red, at least as red as he could be, and he looked away. He didn’t know what to think of his own words. Was there something different about her? He didn’t know. He turned and looked back at her again, and he eyes where upon him. She had a calm look on her face, and one that wasn’t responsive to his comment. Maybe she didn’t hear me. He hoped she hadn’t.
“What do you think I should do first then? Should we do a practice in fighting?” He thought it would be the easiest thing to do first, and plus it would help him work out his skills and strengths. Would he be a good fighter? He didn’t know that either. He seemed to know nothing lately, and what he did know wasn’t important.
Strolling Along
Tying my Tongue
Gears are Shifting
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