Morning romp amongst the grass

The broad chested man listened to the words of the girl sitting before him. He noticed a brief look on her face when he had mentioned about the scar hurting when he got it, and he instantly felt bad. There went his sarcastic tongue...why couldn't he ever keep it in check? He was about to apologize when she then began to talk about a one eyed frog. A small smile appeared when she told this tale, then went on to explain that she rambled. Well, that was obvious...she did talk alot. His ears twitched to her direction when she cut off about...her mom? Why did she stop? Was she...uncomfortable about talking about her family...? Or was it something else? He decided he wouldn't press further. Instead, he listened to her go on about something else, the question he had previously answered.


He listened patiently, interest apparent in the slight tilt of his ears.
"Loners huh? Sounds kinda lonely to me....loners. Well Squall, I've got none of those either and you don't look like an outcast to me. You think I'll find a place easily? I'm a little bit too odd to get on with most wolves, and if I do find a place, I want to have a friend with me. I don't have a one of those at the moment." His gaze drifted to the ground. He felt bad for saying what he did, but it was the truth. His brows furrowed in thought...not an outcast to her? What did that mean? And how could she not have a friend? She seemed much easier to get along with then he did...surely she had some friends in this world. He had none. Not since he left his childhood place, never to return. The tri-colored warrior turned his blue gaze to her, "I think you'd fit in quite well with a pack. You are...rather talkative, and...random I suppose. But you would get along alot better than I with others. You might not be able to tell now...but I am rather distant. I prefer to keep away from others...it's not like they want me around anyway. I'm too serious for others, apparently. Not even simple apologies can cleanse my mistakes. But you, you'll be welcome wherever you go."

He tried to smile to her, to let her know that he meant what he said about her fitting in with any pack she came across. The gesture was forced, and so it looked and felt rather odd. He was one to rarely, if ever, smile. But he wanted to make an attempt anyway, and feeling that it was a complete fail, he snapped his lips shut and turned away in slight embarrassment. He turned her way again, when she began to apologize. The man shook his head, "It is I who should apologize...I'm not used to talking civilly to anyone. So sometimes I have a pretty sharp tongue and a nasty bite of sarcasm...curiosity was on your tongue, so it was natural that you wanted to know." He shook his head for a moment and shrugged, "I got it from a really...serious battle with an old Rival. His name was Seifer...there's a long story behind it, something I can explain some other time though...sorry."




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