And we spill out our scars
12-26-2016, 09:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-26-2016, 10:23 PM by Ritsy.)
Ritsy jumped a bit when he heard Faite. His heart pounding against his chest as he felt a familiar emotion of embarrassment washing over him in heated form. The male felt a small scratch bleeding from his head as he suddenly looked away with his ears flicking. He was low on words now, he didn't know what to say to her really. Ritsy' uncomfortably shuffled on his paws. They crossed each other easily as his tiny stump of a tail wiggled nervously. His eyes lowered. "...Do you think Ritsy is a bad boy?" he asked solemnly.
"Ritsy looks and smells funny.... nobody likes Ritsy." he would curl up into a ball then. Trying to face away from Faite as he tucked his paws closer to his chest. He looked out and beyond the land. What did he have to do to make everyone happy? After all he'd already messed up it seemed. |
Warning: This character is prone to violent unpredictable actions