"No, no!" Aldoro blinked quickly, ears flicking to the soft whimpers that he could hear coming from the dame. Slowly, he twisted around to see what she was doing, only to find her balled up in a tiny white form. But, looking closer, he finally realized that her eyes weren't purple. They were really dark blue that looked like a shade a purple. He grunted and shook his head again. Why was he disappointing himself constantly? Sense of smell, sight, everything seemed to be failing on him. Maybe he was dying, or he was stuck with some god damn disease. Though, once he was done sulking over his mistake, he continued to stare at this small woman, tail sweeping up the sand. Ah, with her size, he could easily overpower her. And sparks of interest were slowly filling the pit of his stomach. But he really...wasn't in the mood today. After all, he was sure Cygnet would look down on his crime.
"I'm sorry..." She would whimper to him, pulling his attention back to her. What was she apologizing for? Teasing him, making him look like a fool? Aldoro tilted his head to the side and played a confused expression, mismatched gaze hardening onto her. "Why are you apologizing?" He asked bluntly, sitting up and moving closer so he could hear her better. Her little whimpers from afar weren't very audible. "Better yet, why are you whimpering like a lost pup?" His voice grew stern, like a frustrated father. But he was more annoyed than frustrated.
