It's Not My Time
04-29-2013, 06:57 PM
He listened to her describe her mother and father, a smile remaining upon his features. So, both were shades of ivory, but she had received the crimson markings around her face from her father. So, they both had gotten marking traits from their fathers? Fascinating. "Well whatever they did was right. It looks pretty fine on you." Words slipped out before he could fully process them. Was he... flirting? He had never flirted with a girl before. It all came so... natural to him. What was going on inside his head? One pretty gal comes along and now he's all mushed up. He waited for her to say something, do something, anything. Hopefully she would say something nice back, but he wasn't sure if she would. He didn't know how this whole thing should go. Speech Speech, |