[size=9pt]So maybe he's being a little childish. A little inconsiderate. He realizes this when the shewolf's eyes well up, and at first he thinks they're just sparkling more by the day, but then he looks closer and it's not that. Those are tears. Instantly, he fixes himself. No slumped shoulders, no ridiculous tantrum, no pouting. He needs to be more self-aware, jesus-- look at her. "Hey, hey," He says, voice warm as he sits up. "It's okay-- it's fine. I've been here for hours, now, and the worst that's happened to me is some kinda' painful flashbacks." He tries for a smile, head ducked to Imperia's level. He had no idea she'd freak out like that. He feels like an ass. "We'll play Never Have I Ever, or, like, Would You Rather.
But she's settling slightly, it seems, and now they're both slumped against the far wall. If she were to voice her thoughts, the one about being trapped in a room together feeling weird, he'd be inclined to agree. It does feel weird. He's not completely sure why-- Moon isn't exactly socially gifted, but he's never been shy either. Not that he feels that way now; this is more of a self-awareness. Which is also quite alien. He spots flowers in her hair and he can feel the dirt on his hind legs and yep, there it is again, that feeling. But then Imperia speaks, and golden ears perk up. "What a relief." He says, and maybe there's some fumes leaking from the weird vents in the room, or something, because he didn't mean to say that. But then he thinks, whatever, he's gonna' die soon. May as well own up. He takes a deep breath again, fully relaxing into the wall, and stares at a cobweb to the left of the door, voice lazy when he speaks. "So. Take your pick. I'd say duck, duck, goose but we're kinda' lacking in the player department.""
But she's settling slightly, it seems, and now they're both slumped against the far wall. If she were to voice her thoughts, the one about being trapped in a room together feeling weird, he'd be inclined to agree. It does feel weird. He's not completely sure why-- Moon isn't exactly socially gifted, but he's never been shy either. Not that he feels that way now; this is more of a self-awareness. Which is also quite alien. He spots flowers in her hair and he can feel the dirt on his hind legs and yep, there it is again, that feeling. But then Imperia speaks, and golden ears perk up. "What a relief." He says, and maybe there's some fumes leaking from the weird vents in the room, or something, because he didn't mean to say that. But then he thinks, whatever, he's gonna' die soon. May as well own up. He takes a deep breath again, fully relaxing into the wall, and stares at a cobweb to the left of the door, voice lazy when he speaks. "So. Take your pick. I'd say duck, duck, goose but we're kinda' lacking in the player department.""
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