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12-14-2018, 05:09 AM
| Cyrus Rook |
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Movement caught the male's lime eyes, and he glanced at the feather that seemed to naturally sprout from the woman. He could not pinpoint the source, but he assumed a little critter was snuggled close. Her words brought his attention back to her, and he nodded as his cheeks bunched beneath his eyes in another broad smile. "When's it not a lovely mornin' for a walk? Mayhaps in the rain, that can get chilly. Oh and sleet as well, I s'pose, but that's pretty darn close to rain. The snow can be downright wunnerful, if it's light enough..." His gaze trailed to the side as he rambled on, his ears relaxing to the side of his skull. It took a few moments, but he finally remembered he had company, and his eyes snapped back to the ebony woman. Black-tipped ears flattened to the side in embarrassment, and he opened his maw to explain, but his teeth clicked together when he thought better of another rambling sentence. Instead, he decided to change the subject all together, as she had so gracefully suggested with an inquiry. "This place seemed invitin' in the distance, but truth be told I'm just wanderin' through. This whole place is new to me." As he spoke, he moved his head to glance around, insinuating that the whole of the continent was new to him. "But Redbud Nook, that sounds mighty pretty come spring. I'll have to make my way back here, iffin I can." Cyrus narrowed his eyes, looking at her nearly sideways in suspicion. "Hold a second, Redbud Nook. You're a native, or least darn near." His eyes suddenly widened as the gears began to move, switches clicking on. "I didn't catch no border, miss - sorry if I offend." His body became more rigid as he moved his paws closer together, hoping to somehow make himself smaller. He had been without company for so long that he had forgotten his manners and how things work in the real world. |
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