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*Kyarst* · 03-24-2015, 07:49 PM

He liked her touch. It didn't electrify him like Mercy's once had, and wasn't as familiar as Lysis' but it felt good in a different way - a comforting way. She drew out the nicer side of him, the kinder parts, which was perhaps why he liked talking to her. He felt calmer around her somehow, like he didn't have to try so hard to be anything except who he already was. “Maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the den,” he mumbled as she stepped closer to him, the long guard hairs of their fur brushing against each other - tickling his senses. 'There's got to be some way to more efficiently scout this place somehow.' Yeah well, he hadn't thought of one yet. He cast his gaze around the area, knowing that his eyes would not be useful in such a place. It wasn't likely that his nose would be helpful either because of the strong rotten fruit scent. Hearing wasn't often effective on it's own, and so he was at a loss. Then, it struck him and he pondered the thought for a moment, leading her on by uttering a simple “What if...” He thought for a moment more. “What if it's not about the senses at all?” He hadn't realized that he hadn't really explained his thought process to her. His gaze snapped to her at once, as if a lightbulb had went off over his head. “It's not about knowing who's here and who's not. It's about having the advantage.” Little did he know he was probably making less than zero sense.

“speak,”

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