Cure of a no heart

*Dragneel* · 06-22-2013, 03:23 PM

Dragneel's red eyes looked up at the much larger male as he pressed his ears against his ears. Everything was wrong, but he wasn't going to explain it to the male not unless he wanted him to. Was something wrong? Dragneel didn't know, he didn't like the position where he had to choose his own path. He shook his head and then the rest of his body to get the nerves off of him. If he spent his entire time worrying about it he wouldn't get anywhere would he? He would simply have to confront Seraphine's mother and see how things went. Beg for all he cared in the world to get the thing that made him happy. To make use of his pathetic bag of fur. The reddish colored male lifted his head but not dare above his shoulders. If one hadn't second guessed, they could have seen him as one of the slaves here. Yet, no he wasn't, he was a member who hated to think for himself.
"I don't know sir, do you think I need some help?" Dragneel asked looking up at him. He didn't know how else to answer anyway, this was his attempt at conversing with another. Was it wrong or right, he had to be told because he didn't care about what he thought. He might as well been stuck in some thin gap to be thinking for himself. He'd probably get himself killed anyway.

Speech,

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