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"You seemed pretty content playing by yourself, to be honest." Pft. The 'playing by yourself' thing was beginning to sound ridiculous. Zozton was simply relaxing within the water. Relaxing and playing are a pair of completely different things...a soft, inaudible growl emitted casually from the depths of his throat, his fur sticking into the air and trembling softly. Once more he would roll his shoulders before continuing to listen to the young Armada. "Maybe you're too ugly to talk to pretty girls like me," Maybe the man was ugly. He didn't have any fancy markings or pretty rainbow eyes or anything. But honestly, the man didn't care what others thought about his appearance. May it be a pretty girl or not.
"Maybe I'm not the cutest bird in the flock...but like you said- I speak to everyone anyways." Zozton lifted his shoulders and dropped them quickly as a shrug, his ears moving forward slowly. His amused look twisted smoothly into a weak smile while he stand and stride over to the edge of the lake, a little closer to the woman. Then he would sit and glance down at his reflection through the water. "What's your name?" The beast huffed and dropped down onto his belly, his forepaws hanging over the side of the edge and touching the very surface of the water gently. "Zozton Lazfac. Who's asking?" Muzzle would turn and point to the pretty woman, his eyes lighting up as they scanned and studied the femora's bodice.