10-11-2017, 06:54 PM
Gunsynd
(last night i got high
as your expectations)
There is a pause between when she finishes speaking and when the male decides to smile. Pleasantries are like a foreign language to him; they do not come naturally or easily. He is also unsure if he should even provide a smile for such a display of impertinence. She has obviously known no discipline. Of course Gunsynd is not the child-rearing type, but he has opinions.
“Right you are.” He breathes, his voice softer and smoother than normal. And like a deflating balloon he shrinks himself down to her size, his features shifting seamlessly backwards in age until he is but a colt. It had been some time since he had morphed into something so innocent, yet the ease with which he achieved the final look was somewhat alarming. He cocks his head and looks her in the eye, mischief playing in his dark eyes. “Better?”
“Right you are.” He breathes, his voice softer and smoother than normal. And like a deflating balloon he shrinks himself down to her size, his features shifting seamlessly backwards in age until he is but a colt. It had been some time since he had morphed into something so innocent, yet the ease with which he achieved the final look was somewhat alarming. He cocks his head and looks her in the eye, mischief playing in his dark eyes. “Better?”
@[Rey]