The Good Left Undone
Thorns huh? He looked at the thing around her neck, curious. Was that what a scarf was? His silvery-white eyes blinked with surprise though, however, once the pretty fae spoke again. Take her out…? He felt his cheeks burning fiercely as he took a step back, immediately becoming a bit flustered. “Ehh!? No no it’s not like that!” The brute could be selfish and self serving, but he was by no means a flirt or the sort to try and hook a lady up for a one night stand or anything. She didn’t think that, right? Was she just teasing him?
When she dipped her head down, an invitation for him to help her Ganta moved forward again, ears perking up again slightly. He was curious as she said that she was an honorary member of a pack called Vyper. ”I…I gotcha. I’m kind of like that with Ivalice, to be honest. I’m planning to start my own pack sooner or later… but the Chief was kind enough to allow me to stay within her ranks until I’m ready.” He paused, feeling a little better now that the subject had shifted. “Sorry to be forward… I’m not really the sort to beat around the bush… and I’m also not the sort to let someone go if they need a paw. Ahh yeah! I’m Ganta by the way. Ganta Hellstrom-Lore.”
It was here Ganta fell silent, inching a bit closer and letting his tongue roll out across her face. In his mind he remembered his mother, how gentle she was whenever she cleaned them as children, and doing his best he made to mimic that motion, not wanting the female before him to become uncomfortable. |
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