40 Days
Geez, this girl really had a mouth on her, didn't she? His ears twitched uncomfortably as she answered him, though he got the feeling she obviously wasn't in the best of moods. Granted, she did just fall, but maybe it was more than that. Bad day, maybe? Taking a deep breath, he observed her. Not daring to take a step closer just yet. She seemed incredibly pissed about something, though for a brief moment he thought he saw a flash of a smile or something when she looked at him. He was...so confused...furrowed brows and a slightly tilted head was a sign of this, was she smirking because he looked funny? Ooor something else? Hm...he couldn't quite figure it out at the moment, but he doubted it was anything funny anyway.
That smile of hers seemed to quickly falter though, replaced by something else...was that...sadness? If it was what he thought, then he had seen and felt that way much too often, but again, the look disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared, replaced with different look this time. What was with this chick? "Fuckin' cherry on the whole shit sundae!" He frowned, ears pulling back slightly as his one blue eye watched her, the other hidden by his messy black hair. Swallowing, he was almost afraid to talk. What if she lashed out at him? Well, if she tried...at least he'd have a head start. He wasn't the one on the ground, after all. "Bad day, huh?"His voice was innocent, though he braced himself for her onslaught of words. |