BITE MY TONGUE, BITE MY TONGUE / introduction

[Cosmic]

The rather petite Demiboy domestic feline approached cautiously, but remained in a calm, open stance. His soft, alabaster fur glistened under the hot sun of The Pitt's desert. Well, he hadn't come out to anyone about this just yet, and so all of them pretty much assumed that he was a female. Which, to be fair, Hope did not mind feminine pronouns, and perhaps that would make things easier as life went on and he finally came out of the closet, so-to-speak, for everyone.

But regardless, Hope's knife was tucked away carefully on the shoulder holster mount he had found for it, ready to be pulled out at a moment's notice should he be threatened and need to defend himself. But the stranger did not look to want to cause trouble.

Hope had to admit... the lioness was beautiful, and the wings only added to her appeal. A smile crossed the mutated feline's facial features as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Hey there. Name and business with The Pitt?" Right to business first, just like that. However, the Pittian did want to add on something to that. Straightening his back, he would give a hesitant sigh, preparing for what he was to say next.

"Ah, can... can I say that you look absolutely stunning, ma'am?" It was not a joke, and the small felid was sure to make it clear that he was not flirting.

All he could hope for now was to not be thrown across the desert sand by those heavily muscled paws of hers.