where my homies at

N/A · 09-11-2016, 06:13 PM

Footsteps behind her drew her attention, perked her audits and told her someone was approaching. The wind was not in her favour, so all she knew was that there was someone approaching. A voice arose behind her. Masculine, and hesitant. She turned to face the stranger, expression quizzical. He was pale of face, and his eyes were brilliantly blue. Not unlike the flower. Nice. He looked nervous, uncomfortable, even. Nothing the lavender femme wasn't already used to. "I'm here, but I assure you that I am not a weirdo." He said, standing tall. His head tilted to one side curiously, like he was waiting for her to do something. One brow quirked, a smirk toyed at her inky lips. "I don't know, you look like a weirdo to me." Southern lyrics drawled smoothly, tail tip flicking idly.

It was hard not to be an asshole, apparently. Complete strangers weren't even safe. She gave the male a once over, curiously seeking out anything that might have made him visibly special. He was white all over, save for a cape of charcoal across his back, staining his tail. It looked like those baby blues were his saving grace.

"talk"

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where my homies at

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