Those Wings
04-12-2014, 12:54 PM
?Mariposa.? He hummed, each syllable earning a circle of paint mixing as he said it. From the corner of his vision the male watched the woman pad over to his paint mixtures, narrowing slightly wen she dipped a paw in one of them. Silently he would growl, those were his paints, and he didn't like people messing with them, even if they were nice like this female. He wouldn't voice this growl however, just his paw stopping its circular motion so he could watch her inspect the goos. The one she had dipped a paw in was his orange, similar to her eyes and she even called them beautiful before running her paw across the floor. ?Met nice lady in north, we figured out how to make the paints.? He told her, carefully stepping to the side and began to color the right wing with his red left paw like how he did the orange onto that side. ?Circle, circle, circle. Mix, mix, mix.? He hummed quietly with a smile, his head bobbing with each circle as well as his tail. ?You should do like me and paint on wall, that way no one steps on it.? After a few moments he dropped back down to all four, wasting no time in padding off to their right to dip and clean his paw in a puddle of water that leaked in from the cracked roof. "normal. talk. think. you" |