He was just as attached to her then she was attaced to him. Maybe even more attached to her. At this point, if jumping off a cliff meant she could be happy, he'd jump. And he'd jump with a smile. The boy didn't just like her, he loved her. He'd fight for her with all his strength, die for her. If he had two of his legs ripped off in a fight to keep her as his love, than he'd keep fighting. Despite the pain, dispite the very little chance of winning her over. He couldn't stop thinking about her every day. She was like a drug...no, more than that. Her eyes, her personality, her loving personality. It made him hazy. The man wouldn't let go of her, even if it meant being tortured so brutally. And he'd come back from that torture crying. Not because of the pain...because he'd be so happy to see her again.
The woman's words fell into his ears quickly like bits of diamonds. He listened with full attention, his smile remaining on his maw. If he could widen his smile, he would, but it was so wide that his mouth was sore. Aldoro laughed a bit and gave her a kiss again. Once he pulled back, words fell out of his mouth, calmly yet full of cheer. Love. "You know...it's really hard for me to admit this, but- well, I lo-...I like you so much, that it seems like. Well. That I love you." The man's words would fall out awkwardly, his lips quivering uneasily. He huffed out a correction before it got to weird. "I love you. Every day I think about you...I can't hold it in much longer..." He paused and thought about his words. They were alot better than the first ones...he edged out a whisper before licking her muzzle again. "I'd take torture for you..."
"Speech"
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