Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly
Milo
10-11-2020, 02:03 PM
Milo's chipper expression turned a shade dour as Nausicaa explained how she had come to be living in this part of Boreas. He certainly had not meant to dredge up any painful memories and was hurrying to find a way to backpedal. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that..." he responded, empathy toning his voice. His ears folded back against his head; he knew all too well about the sort of pain a parent figure could inflict on their children, whether it was intentional or not. "Well, I'm glad to know you have someone like your uncle there for you. Everyone should have at least one person to care for them." He offers her a reassuring smile, hoping to bring her some comfort and tried to think of a way to shift the conversation to something more pleasant. "Still, I think you're pretty lucky to call such a lovely place your home," he stated after a beat of silence. "I haven't seen the mangroves yet—or anywhere else, really—but if this is my introduction to Boreas, and the wolves that live here, I can tell I'm already going to be green with envy." He looked back over to Nausicaa, his signature crooked smile on his face. "Thank you for being so hospitable to me, Nausicaa. It's been a while since I'd met anyone as generous as you. I must admit, it's a nice change of pace." He finished his dinner, discarding the remaining bones and sighing contentedly. The evening was still early, and as he was not yet ready to turn in, he turned back to Nausicaa with a roguish smirk as an idea crossed his mind to take their minds off of the conversation of family. "Do you like stories, Naus? I know a few good scary ones I've learned in my travels, if that's your sort of style." "Speech" — Thoughts
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