white lies
02-25-2017, 10:08 AM
The stutter was gone, he'd done his job. It seemed that the creature before him was more relaxed, easier to exist around. He'd settled down considerably, other than the cotton mouth. Poser had gotten so used to it, it no longer truly bothered him. Still, he peels his eyes for a berry bush, nodding to himself as he fixes his gaze on a thicket of blackberries. A yes. Those would do. He's graceful, elegant, as he picks several with gentle teeth and brings them to Spider. "They aren't water, but they'll get your mouth feeling a little more normal." He grins, placing them gently beside the raggedy man. His nose touching briefly on Spider's cheek, coy, playful. Laying down beside the no longer stranger, Poser is at peace. poser breathy way of saying my name |