Your eyes they tell a story, one that's full of sorrow || Alexandre

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

Their ears pinned down at the other's comment. Alexandre thought they could handle his situation just fine, even if it took awhile to figure out, but doubt had started to form in the back of their mind. Rosemary would be disappointed. With a narrowed gaze, they already regretted his polite response. The fur on the back of their nape started to poke upwards in a show of dominance. "Then what would you do, love?" they shot back sassily. Even so, they were curious on their response. Maybe he could pry a clue out of them.

As the other started to groom themselves, as if Alexandre was being an entertainer to them, the feline started to grow frustrated. Pointed fangs resisted poking out from their furred sheath. "Who are you anyways?" Alexandre pointed out. "You shouldn't be here, it's dangerous." With blood present, the vampiric succubus was prone to striking. With the help of a demon, Alex had managed to curb their cravings, but after caving previously, they believed they were bound to make the mistake again. They dearly hoped today was not that day. Sorbet wouldn't know that though. In fact, he seemed oblivious. Perhaps they had spoken too much, but they merely gestured towards the beach's high tide, trying to deflect his initial point. Maybe that would work.

"My gratitude is towards your persistence," the feline merely replied. Watching as claws unsheathed from the other's paws, he quickly added on to his spiel. "I recommend you leave now before things get feisty." Orange hues stared at the other intensely, hoping they'd listen. Pressing wouldn't help.