it's a mess
02-28-2015, 11:03 PM
The surge of positive emotion from Rhythm wasn't quite what he'd expected. His response drew a smile from her and Valentine found himself returning the gesture. It was nice to see her smile again and certainly something he'd have dwelt on had her happiness not run over and morphed in an affectionate gesture. The brute's smile widened and threatened to react comical proportions. He tamed it with some effort as the corners of his mouth began to ache. Her answer was abrupt, but enough for him. Motif. The sassy one he'd met and also the little girl Shaye's mother. Maybe her sass was going a little too far? He didn't want to pry and possibly drudge up more sad feelings, so instead he filed away the information. The brute was sure there would be a use for it later. "Maybe," she agreed halfheartedly, her expression falling. Dammit. That was the opposite of what he'd been hoping for. The mood would continue to fall, Rhythm leaning forward to bury her face into his neck. "I'm scared," she admitted. Valentine didn't know what to say, didn't know how to make it better, so instead he said nothing and attempted to convey his support another way. He lifted his forepaws up onto the boulder in an effort to rise up so that he could wrap his forearms around her shoulders and draw her into a hug. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.