Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
Oh dear, not a very chatty one, is he? Oh well, I’m certain I can more than make up for it. Of course, I had rather interrupted him in the middle of eating. That was rather rude of me. Normally I’m not so rude, but I just go so excited I suppose. It’s been awhile since I had anyone interesting to talk to. And he seems so very interesting.
He does have those lovely colors. That red that contrasts so vibrantly against the black. I suppose, ultimately, my colors are rather boring. It is quite fortunate that I am not a vain woman. It would be so terribly disappointing otherwise to be surrounded by all these lovely colors that will never adorn my flesh. The golden brown and white is lovely enough, contrasting nicely with the black. But it is a bit standard in the end.
This guy though, he’s anything but standard. Even if he doesn’t have the best verbal skills I’ve ever seen. Or rather, heard. Maybe, with a little coaxing, I can do something about that though.
I smile at his greeting, soft and just a bit sultry, before slipping closer, batting my three eyes for best effect. “Thiago,” I murmur as my odd gaze seeks out his. “What an interesting name. So tell me, dear Thiago, where are you from? Anywhere interesting?”
Giohde
Hah. Oh my