10.Mar.14, 02:38 AM
C’dhin snorted inelegantly at being called positive. He was definitely one of those negative bastards that came kicking and screaming when he realised what had happened and his old life was as good as dead and buried. “It’s a good thing you didn’t know me right away then,” he added quietly, not exactly ashamed of what he had been but not entirely proud either. He had finally settled into the new life and accepted his role as Candidate and provider of cooked meals but he had been miserable for a short while after that had set in as well. It was really only when Coroth plopped herself down into his mind that C’dhin understood the world and found he could fully enjoy everything. Well, the flights weren’t always the best but he was okay with everything else.
“But I do regret not seeing your smile this close up like two turns ago.” He really needed to take lessons from someone on how to flirt. Even if he managed to get a line out, he sometimes pulled a face or blushed at what he said. It never seemed natural from his mouth. “I mean, cuz… well… I like it. It makes me want to keep being that positive person in your life and huh?” C’dhin stopped his babbling to look down at hands on his shirt and laughed.
He didn’t know if hands simply wanted to slip under the shirt to explore or if the shirt was in the way and had to go but C’dhin suddenly felt restricted and took initiative as he sat up straight. He wasn’t the most skilled at removing clothing either like some of the men roaming around but his shirt never stood a chance with how quickly hands pulled it off and chucked it somewhere over his head. “I’m your sweet stripper, I’shan, and anything you want…” the words trailed off as C’dhin caught his slip up and laughed again. “Sweet provider, I mean! I guess I just want to take off everything for you so you can sample all my offerings?” He chuckled and ran a hand nervously through his hair.
“But I do regret not seeing your smile this close up like two turns ago.” He really needed to take lessons from someone on how to flirt. Even if he managed to get a line out, he sometimes pulled a face or blushed at what he said. It never seemed natural from his mouth. “I mean, cuz… well… I like it. It makes me want to keep being that positive person in your life and huh?” C’dhin stopped his babbling to look down at hands on his shirt and laughed.
He didn’t know if hands simply wanted to slip under the shirt to explore or if the shirt was in the way and had to go but C’dhin suddenly felt restricted and took initiative as he sat up straight. He wasn’t the most skilled at removing clothing either like some of the men roaming around but his shirt never stood a chance with how quickly hands pulled it off and chucked it somewhere over his head. “I’m your sweet stripper, I’shan, and anything you want…” the words trailed off as C’dhin caught his slip up and laughed again. “Sweet provider, I mean! I guess I just want to take off everything for you so you can sample all my offerings?” He chuckled and ran a hand nervously through his hair.