Pirate's Hideaway

*Poser* · 02-19-2017, 08:53 PM

Poser was rather enjoying the place, the way the water flowed beneath and the latticework of trees and roots came together. An ecological anomaly, but he wouldn't bother with the big words... especially the ones he couldn't really properly formulate in the common tongue. That common... ech. It was hard sometimes. He was working on his grasp of the language, he was trying to put himself in a position where things were... better. Language. Meeting people.

Brilliant sapphire eyes fall on the pale girl, and his tail wags. Fucking weird was right. He rather liked that bit about himself, made things more unique. Made things better. Right? Supposedly. Always supposedly, in his mind. Poser's mind, you see, is a rather strange place. Still, his tail wags at the stranger, gaze bright, even.

She was friendly, he was friendly. Light on his feet (light in the loafers? That too.) and brilliant as he leaps from one flat rock to another. "We aught to explore it," wolfish is his grin, Russian accent coloring the words as brilliantly as they spill forth from his lips. So absolutely lovely. "That is, if you'd like to come with me." There's something earnest about Poser, in these moments. Childlike excitement is the first thing that comes to mind. He loves new places, he loves new people. He loves everything, at least... on days like this. On his good days.

Good days are the best days.

your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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