11-07-2018, 06:15 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He immediately flinches at the sudden noise coming from behind him, fur bristling as he jumped. It only added to the fact that he looked anxious to be around the group, but he truly wasn’t expecting such volume from anyone or anything. It was good to be enthusiastic, but this felt like overkill, ears immediately sore from the other’s shout. His heart was pounding already, too late for his brain to tell his nervous system not to go into overdrive because the adrenaline was already rushing through his blood stream. He felt his own organs thumping against his chest. He could have sworn that if he so much as dared to look down, he might be able to see his own chest rise and fall with his heart beats. It wasn’t what Perry needed. He didn’t need to look more meek than his voice already suggested him to be because he was definitely no coward. He was just unlucky.
Perry wasn’t sure how to react towards Volatiletimes’ comment on him being ‘the cutest thing’. He refused to feel unsettled by the green feline, biting his bottom lip when he locked eyes with the decorated male. He didn’t think of himself as cute, viewing the term better used on those who were young, or those others wanted to belittle. His ear twitches. He didn’t like to idea of being condescended so soon, belittled because he was so atrociously _normal_. Of course, while Perry was so absorbed in thoughts, he didn’t notice the extension of Envy’s paw towards his chin. He jumps again, paws digging into the soil beneath him. He was willing to mark Mirio a savior until Volatileties rejected the golden retriever’s offer, feeling his own heart sink further into his body, as if ready to be acidified then swallowed by his fluttering stomach that was now giving him the sensation of butterflies.
Squirm, his head repeats. ”If y-you’re th-thinking I-I’m sh-shy,” he begins, stammering even more now because he was trying to get his thoughts out quickly, clearly unsettled by the other’s words, ”Th-Then I-I pro-promise y-y-you I’m-I’m not. I-I-I just have a-a b-bad st-stut-t-ter.”
Perry wasn’t sure how to react towards Volatiletimes’ comment on him being ‘the cutest thing’. He refused to feel unsettled by the green feline, biting his bottom lip when he locked eyes with the decorated male. He didn’t think of himself as cute, viewing the term better used on those who were young, or those others wanted to belittle. His ear twitches. He didn’t like to idea of being condescended so soon, belittled because he was so atrociously _normal_. Of course, while Perry was so absorbed in thoughts, he didn’t notice the extension of Envy’s paw towards his chin. He jumps again, paws digging into the soil beneath him. He was willing to mark Mirio a savior until Volatileties rejected the golden retriever’s offer, feeling his own heart sink further into his body, as if ready to be acidified then swallowed by his fluttering stomach that was now giving him the sensation of butterflies.
Squirm, his head repeats. ”If y-you’re th-thinking I-I’m sh-shy,” he begins, stammering even more now because he was trying to get his thoughts out quickly, clearly unsettled by the other’s words, ”Th-Then I-I pro-promise y-y-you I’m-I’m not. I-I-I just have a-a b-bad st-stut-t-ter.”