here come dat boi
“It’s sugar, its not harmful, but its not great either, so don’t go crazy with it or you might get a bellyache” he heard her speaking over the sound of his tongue lapping at the stone wall. Sugar. He was definitely going to remember that. Whenever he found his siblings again, he was taking them here before they did anything else. “Worth a leap of faith, right?” She teased. When he glanced at a downward angle, she was wearing a shit eating grin. He ceased his assault on the sugar deposit, minding her warning. If he got sick in this tiny cave, there would be nowhere for them to hide from that nastiness. "Yes, I promise I'll never doubt you again." His own low voice was teasing. Evergreen optics tracked her movement as she settled onto her belly to watch the water tumbling at the end of the cave. Well, that was quite the shift in demeanour. Quirking a brow, he fell heavily onto his haunches, giving her her space. No doubt she was worried about the rain, and when it would let up. The distant rumble of thunder was still inaudible over the roar of the falls. However, the pool at the edge of the cave was churning with the force of the downpour outside. "It's monsoon season, you know. The storm might last a while, but we can make it work. Worst comes to worst, you can use me as a shield against the rain, and we'll find a new spot to hole up." He said softly, smile warm. "How about we try and sleep it out? Might as well use the time to rest up." His vocals were a low thrum, barely above a murmur. He slid down onto his belly, until he could roll onto one side and stretch his legs out across the cavern floor. Resting his ebon marked cheek on the cool stone, he let out a deep sigh. Those legs of his were long enough to nearly brush the edges of the stone. His side would be damp for the better part of the night, thanks to the wet stone beneath them, and the other side would likely suffer from the spray of the falls. He glanced at Riva. She looked so morose, laying there by herself. "If you want.." He lifted his head so he could properly look at her. Don't do it. A blush crawled up his throat to his cheeks again. "You're free to snuggle in here, there's plenty of room for ya." He tipped his head towards the space created by his limbs. Birch you moron. He should say more. Be reassuring. "I promise I won't be up to any funny business, my mom's raised me right. Plus, you might freeze to death in here at night, and I'm as toasty as they come." Smooth, Birch. Real smooth. |