01-12-2017, 05:08 PM
He looks around, trying to find anywhere he can slink back into the shadows. This was not a good idea. He was far too open out here. Back to the forest—into the trees, back to a cave, or a lean-to.. Something to resemble the burrow he’s had to abandon in order to be able to fit into this form he’s taken on..
Because he absolutely fits nowhere. Uncomfortable in his own skin, he finds that his black pelt is itchy, and he noses his rump, trying to scratch the itch that lays there. Yet another use of fangs when it would be appropriate to have them. Flat teeth… normal, but useless. Thiago accepts his own level of sexiness, but in that he cannot stand anyone, much less himself or the opposite gender…. Well, the point of being sexy is moot.
He has barely had the time to consider his next moves, when he groans aloud, having been pushed into—nearly knocked over. He huffs, returning to his natural stance, and his eyes nearly roll when he sees another has approached him out of nowhere; as if by magic. He looks at her. Flicks his ears. Looks beyond her.
He’s unsure of what to say, and so he takes a step backward, and clears his throat. He opens to his mouth to say something—anything to get him out of this situation—and then rolls his eyes again when she doesn’t seem to stop talking about who Thiago may or may not know.
He is uncomfortable… and this is evident in the way he stands there, barely shifting his weight from left to right. He looks around. And then finally brings his eyes level with hers
He coughs.
“I’m Thiago.”
Did I mention he’s not good with conversation?
THIAGO
here comes peter cotton tail, hoppin down the bunny trail
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