Blame It On My Mood Swings, Baby

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-26-2014, 10:10 PM by Dayton.)

The male had come here, once again, to search for a gift. His first present to Misha had gotten lost. That beautiful, opalescent shell he had found that evening while talking to Crucifix. His thoughts became distracted for a moment as he thought of the younger male, and how his sisters were faring in their times of need -

WHAM!

Suddenly a small figure crashed into Dayton, sending the dark sand flying around him. He let out a bewildered gasp that started to morph quickly into a growl. His body tensed defensively, ears flattened against his skull, when at last he recognized that pale blue gaze. "Misha, darling, is that you?" he panted, squinting at her through the glare of the sun. In that moment he was very aware of her body up against his, and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. Thoughts like these had never entered his mind before. His innocent mind, once incorruptible, was now sensing the little details. He felt her curves pressing on him, and the points of contact were sizzling like live wires. His gaze darkened for a moment as he waited for her to respond, and all at once he rolled them over so that her weight would leave him. Instantly his mind began to clear.

"What... What are you doing here alone, my love?"

Walk."Talk."Think.

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