11-30-2020, 09:22 PM
GRIMJAW
He studies her as though she holds some clue that will tell him precisely where he is in the world. His wild red eyes roam across her back, noting the way her tail connects to her mane where a pair of antlers sprout atop her head. Grimjaw supposes his own horn has become a part of this awful mask that obscures his face but he can’t be entirely sure. It hadn’t been anything as impressive as hers, so he wouldn’t particularly mourn the loss.
But then she speaks and he realizes he’s caused her some offense. Is living here really so terrible? Should he find a home of his own, then? He blinks in surprise before regathering his composure and shifting his weight. Asena says she isn’t homeless and it dawns on him that, while she may not be, he technically is. Hm.
“Well where do you live, then?” he asks as a smirk sneaks its way across his face. There is a subtle charm to him, even with the bone mask obscuring most of his features, but his voice maintains the gentle croon despite his new concerns. “I happen to be homeless, you see. Do I look it?”
He turns himself to give her a better view and he also looks over his shoulder to appraise himself. Grimjaw supposes the new barbed spine and the external ribs haven’t entirely ruined his appearances. And besides, the purple looks nice against the rich black of him. His gaze falls back to her now as he takes the first steps to accepting this new version of himself.
“Maybe you could recruit me to where ever it is you stay. I like to think I’m a decent catch,” he says with a honey-whiskey laugh.
But then she speaks and he realizes he’s caused her some offense. Is living here really so terrible? Should he find a home of his own, then? He blinks in surprise before regathering his composure and shifting his weight. Asena says she isn’t homeless and it dawns on him that, while she may not be, he technically is. Hm.
“Well where do you live, then?” he asks as a smirk sneaks its way across his face. There is a subtle charm to him, even with the bone mask obscuring most of his features, but his voice maintains the gentle croon despite his new concerns. “I happen to be homeless, you see. Do I look it?”
He turns himself to give her a better view and he also looks over his shoulder to appraise himself. Grimjaw supposes the new barbed spine and the external ribs haven’t entirely ruined his appearances. And besides, the purple looks nice against the rich black of him. His gaze falls back to her now as he takes the first steps to accepting this new version of himself.
“Maybe you could recruit me to where ever it is you stay. I like to think I’m a decent catch,” he says with a honey-whiskey laugh.
@[Asena]