05-07-2018, 01:39 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Luckily for London, Melantha is a self-proclaimed connoisseur of all things romance. She's never actually been in a romantic relationship, per se, but Mel reads enough romantic novels to know the important stuff. Dates, setting the mood, subtle gestures of affection, the importance of eye contact and touch. The real question is if she can put all that knowledge into practice, however. In case anyone's wondering: she can't. Melantha wishes that she could possess the confidence to travel down that path, but deep down she knows that she is not as emotionally mature as she thinks she is. The girl is just not ready for that sort of thing. But she can talk about it with others. There is nothing more fun than girl talk. If London asks the right questions and says the right things, the albino snow leopard might just unlock a side of Mel no one else has had the privileged to see since she was separated from her family.
Squash green orbs glance up at the sound of approaching pawsteps. Ah, there she is. Mel notes that London is looking beautiful as ever. She wonders what it's like to have been born beautiful. Unlike people like London or her mother, Jackie, Melantha is cursed to be forever plain. Not ugly, but certainly not a person who deserves a double-take. 'This all looks really yummy.' "Spoiler alert: the pastries smell really good but you won't be able to taste them unless you're taste buds have evolved beyond your species." Not exactly a greeting, but at least Melantha continued the conversation (after chewing and swallowing, of course). A faint grin crosses the predator's features when she realizes that her companion has picked out the same meal as she. "Good choice." A really good choice. Mel already approves. Muscular shoulders rise and fall in a nigh imperceptible shrug. Yeah, Jacob is an extremely fantastic cook, but she is not ready to admit that.
"I suppose so," replies the lionheart, olive eyes flickering across London's features briefly before returning to her meal. Yes, Melantha is hungry, but her focus on the food is more to allow herself time to think about stupid shit she can talk about than anything else. "So...is this, like, your first date?" asks the girl awkwardly. She winces at her own words, but, then again, at least she is making an attempt. "Not like a date-date but like this sort of setting, or whatever." Smooth, real smooth. Perhaps she should just stick to reading books.
Squash green orbs glance up at the sound of approaching pawsteps. Ah, there she is. Mel notes that London is looking beautiful as ever. She wonders what it's like to have been born beautiful. Unlike people like London or her mother, Jackie, Melantha is cursed to be forever plain. Not ugly, but certainly not a person who deserves a double-take. 'This all looks really yummy.' "Spoiler alert: the pastries smell really good but you won't be able to taste them unless you're taste buds have evolved beyond your species." Not exactly a greeting, but at least Melantha continued the conversation (after chewing and swallowing, of course). A faint grin crosses the predator's features when she realizes that her companion has picked out the same meal as she. "Good choice." A really good choice. Mel already approves. Muscular shoulders rise and fall in a nigh imperceptible shrug. Yeah, Jacob is an extremely fantastic cook, but she is not ready to admit that.
"I suppose so," replies the lionheart, olive eyes flickering across London's features briefly before returning to her meal. Yes, Melantha is hungry, but her focus on the food is more to allow herself time to think about stupid shit she can talk about than anything else. "So...is this, like, your first date?" asks the girl awkwardly. She winces at her own words, but, then again, at least she is making an attempt. "Not like a date-date but like this sort of setting, or whatever." Smooth, real smooth. Perhaps she should just stick to reading books.