The blue reminds me of you

He could tell that Malachai had noticed his stammering, I mean how could you not? He made it painfully obvious that he was awkward and likely going to continue on that path for a good minute or two while their engagement continued. The smirk on the young mans face immediately made him cast his nervous, silver eyes away and towards the nearby fireflies. They were what was important right now, not the strange clammy feeling he was getting between his toes or the fact that his breathing was quicker than usual.

Malachai admitted that he was looking to stop the bugs, that they had annoyed him and that was why he was here tonight. It was a strange coincidence and he still wondered if it was him that he saw before he followed the glow to the forest. He still refused to say anything though, but struggled to find anything else to say. Grimshaw couldn't agree that he was here for the same reason, but maybe a little white lie wouldn't hurt. "Yeah, I've uh, never seen anything like it before." His deep voice was better now, less shaky but still uncertain as he stammered a bit. He still couldn't find the courage to look back at Malachai, fearing the stammering would continue. Was he the only one feeling awkward since they sparred?

When he mentioned something about his cousin glowing, Grimshaw hesitated before looking at him. It was interesting, a glowing wolf. "Glows... like this?" He asked as a few fireflies buzzed near, one settling on the end of his nose for just a moment, only to disappear as if it never existed.