Little Moments

*Crucifix* · 04-16-2014, 09:38 PM

The boy would watch the other after speaking, taking him in and appraising his reactions. He had not met many inward people, fate having clashed him so far with those quite happy to speak their mind. He could however see something more reserved in this boy?s eyes and manner, something beneath the polite fa?ade. The black brute would nod his head lightly in acknowledgment of what had been a beautiful sunset behind him ?with summer days gone there might not be as many clear days to enjoy them? he mused, thoughts still on the sight now gone.

A few moments would pass, and the brute would catch the glance to the watery crevice as through this boy searched for something there. He was also surprised at the story this stranger had to tell, about his time already spent on the beach with a being he loved. He almost failed to stop the eye roll that was sure to offend his guest. The brute simply didn?t buy into the mushy side of things... It was the play and the teasing that was more up his alley... he could almost imagine the taste of raspberries on the tip of his tongue. It was with a force of will that he brought himself back to the present in time to hear the others name. ?Day?? he asked, curiosity bringing more emotion to his tone as his eyes fully focused once more on this brute. Day, he thought, seemed an odd name. ?Well.. I?m Crucifix, it?s nice to meet you, and really, if you want the shell, go for it? he laughed, his deep laughter oddly soft as he shook his head in amusement.

Rising for the first time since the sun had set he would take a few steps forward to gently pick out the silvery gleaming item that had caught the others eye. He would hold it so lightly between his muzzle that he could barely even feel it there as he moved yet again to dip his head and place it gently on the stone before Day. Maybe he didn?t believe in the mushy stuff, but he wasn?t a complete asshole about it either. ?What?s her name?? he asked gently, sensing, or assuming because of the head-over-heels attitude the other boosted that it was a new found thing, and thus, he would be dying to share his tale.

"My sounds""My Soul"

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