[littl3chocobo]

a little thrill went through him at the word. Interest. his mind went straight to sails and sea and salt and rope. he shook the thought from his head, surely not, he was not ignorant, this man, for at this point he could not be confused with a caption only a drunken man, was not offering to take him to sea. more likely he was wanting a drinking buddy or worse, he thought back to ceila his friend, her purposely thin skirts and constant undress. he was not for sale or free. he hid away behind the door wishing the scant few inches this pose allotted him were the entire of the world 'i think...interest from someone who is unable to offer it in the daylight hours may..may be something i am not interested in myself' he was surprised with the great plethora of words issuing from his mouth, only his auntie and before her his mother knew he was capable of forming sentences over ten words.


(sorry, i've been napping at my laptop for a couple hours^^: each time i woke up i looked at my rps and tried to go back to sleep for a while)