Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly

*Milo* · 10-15-2020, 04:35 PM

It was fast becoming habit for Milo to just be smiling around her. Nausicaa had an infectious personality, her bubbly and outwardly affectionate nature painting the world with a brilliant optimistic hue, and it was impossible to not feel in a good mood. Perhaps that's what she's best at... he wondered, Making wolves feel like they belong in the world. She certainly had a zest for life that Milo was intrigued and drawn to. Maybe that was why she had convinced him to spend the evening with her so easily. He was definitely not accustomed to any obvious signs of affection from anyone, and although he was far from innocent to the ways of the world, being this intimately close with someone so new was not something he had experienced very often—only once before, actually, and that had involved a heavy amount of liquid courage as well.

When she accepted his offer to sleep next to him, he felt his guilt lift off of his soul like a weighted blanket. At least now he didn't have to keep beating himself up for his overly skilled scary story telling. His atonement could begin now, holding her in a comforting embrace while they just listened to the wind outside, the silence punctured only by the soft sounds of their breathing otherwise. This close to her, Milo was able to discern a few specific details about her, from the soft texture of her fur to her scent as she buried her face back into his chest, things that he hadn't been able to tell earlier in their evening. Of course, the darkness robbed most of his vision, leaving him to rely on his other senses in the night. He could still see her bright aqua blue eyes as they peered back up at him though, holding her gaze as he saw something flicker through her irises for a split second. He furrowed his brows, trying to decipher the look she was fixing him with, when she spoke and gave voice to what he was trying to identify.

Milo's eyes widened a touch in surprise. Nothing could have prepared him for Nausicaa's earnest and unusual request. He froze like a deer in headlights for a moment, his brain working to process what she had asked him. At first, Milo thought he had misheard her. But when she kept him fixed with that expectant stare and he could feel each of her gentle exhales against the end of his muzzle, he realized there was no mistake. She really wanted to kiss him. For the briefest of moments, Milo considered the ramifications of if he said yes, realizing that there weren't many. If she was just looking to have a good night, who was he to say no? It was just a kiss after all. Life was short, and he had seized every other chance at new experiences when they had been presented to him before now. When would he ever get this opportunity from such a cute, lovely woman again?

"Um... Y-Yeah, of course..." he whispered back, his cocky facade slipping to expose a touch of nervousness while je brought his face an inch closer to hers, barely any distance left between their muzzles now. He didn't close the space, however, letting Nausicaa meet him halfway and giving her the option to change her mind if she wanted to.

"Speech" — Thoughts

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