Seed of Doubt

Socializing, for Anselm, was not at the top of his priorities list. He didn’t even think anyone would make an attempt if he didn’t go to them first. But a soft voice, tinged with the tones of a foreigner, would reach his ears. The appendages would twitch and Anselm would lift his head, light purple gaze flicking to the woman that had addressed him. Tail would twitch thoughtfully and mouth would open ever so slightly. But no words came out. No words ever came out. Anselm would furrow his brow, a frown appearing on his face as he tilted his head to the side. This was... Well this was great. How on earth was he supposed to tell this femme he couldn’t talk with her? Oh why couldn’t she have come when Dom was here...