Eat, Sleep, be Scary
11-20-2018, 07:20 PM
While he didn’t particularly enjoy being laughed at Rhyme couldn’t help but enjoy the sound that flowed from her lips. He joined an amused chuckle with hers as she completed his worn out joke. His dual colored eyes watched her form in the moonlight as her movement caused a swirl of fog to dance around her. He wasn’t disappointed in her company, even if she was a little harsh with her teasing. Still he kept his smile as she inquired about his actions there in the haunted wood. There was something else about her too, he couldn’t quite put his paw on it but he felt like he needed to be closer to her. He felt a tickle go up his back as she called him a ‘pretty boy’ no one had spoken to him like this, and they way she looked at him. He was oddly transfixed. "Yes, I believe I am." Was she a ghost? Was that why he felt so… enthralled? He found himself adopting a mixed look of adoration and apprehension at her presence. |
