Tragedy
08-20-2014, 12:52 PM
The male was very blunt to the point, having more of a serious "I don't care" response. He was willing to give Misty the information she needed, without hesitation, but she could tell his social ability was a little off. She cocked her head, tilting her chin and giving him sweet, angel eyes. Gone...? Her brows then came inward, her orbs still glistening in the hazy air. "Waddo ya mean?" The girl still had much of her pup-like self in her. Though her mother had passed, she was still bubbly and full of energy. Her tone of most things were positive, she wasn't very shy, but her focus on a subject would be thrown quickly. The male might have had a hard time socially, but so did she. Just in a different way. She didn't know what would happen next, and frankly she wasn't prepared at all for it. She would have to find a new home. Walk "Talk" Think |