07-06-2021, 05:40 PM
Laurelin is a little offended when the topic doesn’t shift from the racket to him immediately, even though he was the one who asked a question about it. He steps forward to join her, and sees what she’s talking about - the loud, kind of cute, kits that do not seem to enjoy the fact that there are now two horses peering down at them. But he can’t really distinguish from their earlier cries so he doesn’t really notice.
“Laurelin.” He offers, happy for a moment to talk about something that matters - him - but he can’t ignore her question forever, he supposes, even though he’s pretty sure her name is just as pretty as his. Those blue eyes return to the kits and he frowns at them.
He doesn’t like frowning, it doesn’t look as good as a smile he’s sure (though it doesn’t look bad, he’s also sure). But it just sort of comes out naturally when he is trying to think. Which is not something that comes naturally to him at all. “Oh I don’t know. They probably need to eat? Do you think they’re uh… eating meat are they still on… you know. From their mom.” This was quickly turning into an uncomfortable conversation and for some reason Laurelin was having a mental block with the word ‘milk’.
“Laurelin.” He offers, happy for a moment to talk about something that matters - him - but he can’t ignore her question forever, he supposes, even though he’s pretty sure her name is just as pretty as his. Those blue eyes return to the kits and he frowns at them.
He doesn’t like frowning, it doesn’t look as good as a smile he’s sure (though it doesn’t look bad, he’s also sure). But it just sort of comes out naturally when he is trying to think. Which is not something that comes naturally to him at all. “Oh I don’t know. They probably need to eat? Do you think they’re uh… eating meat are they still on… you know. From their mom.” This was quickly turning into an uncomfortable conversation and for some reason Laurelin was having a mental block with the word ‘milk’.
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