Oxygen for your Eulogy

Eulogy shook her head softly as she denied his offer, he couldn't blame her though. After his last good deed Ox almost felt like he'd taken advantage of her, but he also was a much better option than the worthless bag os skin he had chased off. "My offer still stands, its no trouble." Oxide had little direction in his life, he would happily sacrifice some time for his little harlot.

He joked with no regard for her feelings and she side eyed him as she curled into herself. Saying no seemed to pain her and he offered an apologetic glance, though he could have continued the rest of the day. Oxide guessed her experience with men was one she did not enjoy. She removed her eyes from him again as she absently asked about where he came from. He hadn't expected such a personal question, but he would answer it for her.

"A little bit of everywhere," he started quietly again resisting the urge to press his side against hers. "We never stayed one place long." he continued as he watched her gaze at the sunset. "Where do you come from, Eulogy?" His voice was soft as he coaxed an answer from her.