Sin Killer had never been one for fantasies. From the start he had been almost absurdly stoic, with his head squarely on his freckled shoulders. There was no fooling this young gentleman; the world at present was black and white, and the future was impossible to know -- so why spend time worrying about it?
Sin Killer had been lounging lazily in the grass, a little ways away from the other children. He wasn't necessarily fond of being alone, it just so happened that he had not immediately been very impressed with the others his age. The older boys, though far more interesting, would scarcely cast so much as a glance in his direction. And so, like Clarisse, he had settled himself into an empty patch and waited to see what might happen.
He saw Clarisse before she saw him. He blinked at her with his large, inky eyes, turning his head to follow as she passed. Something about the way she carried herself made him smile, and suddenly a terrible feeling of shyness came over him like a wave.
For a moment he waited, expecting at any moment that the pretty little filly would be joined by some other kid their age -- but she settled herself down alone, and he knew he had just run out of excuses.
Sin Killer stood up on his long red and white legs, and gave his fuzzy tail a hesitant shake before setting off after her. He had a bouncy, jaunty sort of walk -- now that he'd mastered his legs, he found that he loved walking and running more than almost anything else.
The young one stopped when he had come near enough, and cleared his throat. "Uh, hello miss," he said in his slight country drawl, giving his head a polite little dip as he had practiced so many times. "I hope you don't mind, if I, uh," He flushed, suddenly embarrassed by the way he stumbled over his words, and tried again. "...Wanna race?" He looked at her with his wide eyes, praying to god she wouldn't break his heart with something cruel about his social inexperience.
Stock credit: lumibear @ dA
@[Clarisse]
ooc // lmao I promise he'll get smoother
