12-30-2018, 02:05 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Orpheus freezes when he hears his name, gaze focused on a wall for long enough to be embarrassing up until Clarence approaches him. A quiet flick of his tail betrays his surprise, soft eyes shifting to him and then the bag. He'd never expected anything to come of the stockings he left for people, aside from Ambroise's shouting. Nothing seemed to please that grump, but it doesn't bother him as much as it should. Not when he was used to it, and not when everyone else enjoyed the day and the gifts far more. It was easy to focus on things that brought others enjoyment. Clarence was memorable, at least. Easy to read. He can appreciate people who seem honest — about who they are, what they want — and although there are many more things he could figure out, he doesn't feel closed off the way he has before. That makes him antsy for some reason or another — he struggles with emotional closeness these days. Surprise.
Still, Orpheus manages a warm smile once he recovers from the surprise and looks back at Clarence, even if his expression is a little shy now. He's not certain why it gets to him too. Maybe he's just not used to people paying attention to his efforts and hobbies. "You didn't have to do that," he makes sure to say, though he gently paws the bag close enough to move the tissue paper. The book there makes his eyes go bright again, grin now electric. "That obvious, huh? Thank you, it's been a while since I've had something new to read." He has to admit that he's curious, if only from the title. It seems sweet. But he can't take it out and start just yet, not when he still had company. His smile hasn't faded yet. "Really, thank you."
it's midnight i hope this makes sense
Still, Orpheus manages a warm smile once he recovers from the surprise and looks back at Clarence, even if his expression is a little shy now. He's not certain why it gets to him too. Maybe he's just not used to people paying attention to his efforts and hobbies. "You didn't have to do that," he makes sure to say, though he gently paws the bag close enough to move the tissue paper. The book there makes his eyes go bright again, grin now electric. "That obvious, huh? Thank you, it's been a while since I've had something new to read." He has to admit that he's curious, if only from the title. It seems sweet. But he can't take it out and start just yet, not when he still had company. His smile hasn't faded yet. "Really, thank you."
it's midnight i hope this makes sense
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;"]｢ ❝ it turns out fine, and i fight to keep them all away ❞ | [color=black]biography – [color=black]tags ｣