don't look too hard, might hurt yourself
known to give the color red the blues
He can’t seem to help the amusement that bubbles inside his chest as he watches her struggle with her temper. He had known far too many irritable women to be overly concerned about encountering yet another one. In any case, he’d learned long ago they were rarely irritable because of him, but rather some mysterious internal ailment. He’s not quite certain what her ailment is, but he’s pretty certain responding in kind would serve no purpose.
Besides, he’s not made to be irritable anyway.
“I’m always in the way,” he responds blithely, barely suppressed grin causing his lips to twitch. “A bit of a curse of mine, I suppose, but it usually ends up being the right place.” He pauses then, consternation flashing across his features before muttering, “Well, I don’t suppose getting eaten was really the right place, right time, but.” He brightens swiftly, eyes gleaming with his perpetual good humor. Live and learn, am I right?”
A sudden laugh bubbles up as she quite deliberately barrels right into him, her words punctuated by her own fury. He stumbles sideways beneath her assault, but that doesn't phase him much.
“Do you care?” he counters easily, turning the rhetorical question back onto her. He may not be the quickest fish in the sea, but he knows enough of equine-nature to know that her foul temper hadn’t originated because of some theoretical, hapless stranger who might stumble into him and hurt themselves. No, this definitely had to do with one hapless stranger in particular who had already stumbled into him.
“But if this is your way of asking me to move, I have to say…” he continues, voice dropping in suggestive amusement, “you’re giving me the impression that you were just looking for an excuse to touch me again. Not that I object, but if you want to continue, you could at least give me your name before we do.”
Cassian
@[Beryl]