Too Much To Think
05-28-2017, 05:27 PM
He jumped back as she rolled onto her paws, afraid of being caught in a compromising position and dropped immediately onto his haunches as he felt a warm blush rise to his cheeks, thankfully hidden under his soft fur. He kept his half-blind gaze on the ground, his jaw clenched firmly as a slew of self-critical thoughts raced through his mind. He could feel his body tighten under his thick winter coat and whatever thoughts weren’t scolding him attempted to reel in his basic and animalistic instincts.
He cleared his throat. “Erm…Sorry.” He said gruffly, still looking down. He supposed he should have said something else, maybe explained why he had killed the penguin but he doubted she would care about his problems. “Sorry abou yer burds tae.” He muttered, although why he bothered to apologize for that was beyond him. He hadn’t expected her to settle down as much as she apparently had and what had ultimately caused the change in mood on her end made him just a bit curious. He wondered if he should leave before things grew awkward, but some small part of him, one that still craved blood and wanted to lord over her that he had knocked her flat was adamant that she was the one who had to leave.
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