Untangling his white dipped feet from each other, he offers her a wry, almost apologetic grin. He cannot seem to help the words that just keep spilling from his lips, even if he is perfectly aware that he is babbling.
Fortunately she doesn't seem to mind. Indeed, she seems rather chagrined. Or so her rapidly changing coat color would seem to indicate. He has never actually seen someone turn red from embarrassment. Actually, he had always thought it a rather odd expression, but seeing her turn from a rather charming shade of pink to red, he suddenly understands the sentiment.
A chuckle escapes his lips unexpectedly, surprising him as much as it is sure to surprise her. Well, it had been rather funny. He hopes she doesn't take offense. He doesn't want her to leave quite yet.
Her name sounds like a chime upon her lips, resonating unexpectedly in the warm air. Her home however takes him a bit by surprise. ”The Tundra?” He can't seem to help the way he parrots her statement in surprise. A reflexive wash of golden sunlight ripples across his dark frame at the thought of that frigid northern land. It just sounds so… cold. And she seems the very opposite. ”Really? Don't you get cold up there?”
Not once did it occur to him how offensive that might sound. Brilliant, my boy. Just brilliant.
Her next question startles him a second time, though why it should have, he doesn't know. It seems the logical follow up question to such an introduction. Perhaps it's simply because he never really thought of what place he might call home.
”Wellllll…” he hedges, unsure what to say. ”Here, I guess?” Shoot, that probably wasn’t supposed to sound like a question. "I mean, I'm not really from anywhere, I don't think."
Blinking, he gazes at her with those bright silver eyes, doing his best not to look totally pathetic.
who am i supposed to be
if everything good is taken from me?
astray