23.Nov.20, 01:44 PM
Kor’is frowned and furrowed his brows in confusion when his rejection was rejected and the reason for it. Cazan really was a little goody two-shoes. Why was she like this? Why did she have to keep trying to be nice, polite, and insist on being friends or whatever it was she was after? At least her second reason made more sense to him and it was easier to swallow than kindness so he nodded and walked back to his spot where he flopped onto his cushion.
I think he likes it and I don’t think there will be another fight, at least not today, Taith had his head cocked to the side as he watched Kor’is simply stare at the gift. He hated how hard it was for Kor’is to accept kindness at face value and wished he would allow hugs. Hugs made a lot of people happier and seemed to fix so many problems. Kor’is needed hugs and Taith was convinced he wanted them as well but didn’t know how to deal with that and locked it all away.
“Cazan, why do you insist on being kind and polite no matter what I do to get you to stop it?” He had to know. He kept thinking it while staring at the leather, unrolling and rolling it back up again as he envisioned his supplies tucked within, so he had to ask. He needed an answer and to see if he could find the hidden meaning behind the words. It would make everything so much easier if this was all a charade like he believed—wanted—it to be.
I think he likes it and I don’t think there will be another fight, at least not today, Taith had his head cocked to the side as he watched Kor’is simply stare at the gift. He hated how hard it was for Kor’is to accept kindness at face value and wished he would allow hugs. Hugs made a lot of people happier and seemed to fix so many problems. Kor’is needed hugs and Taith was convinced he wanted them as well but didn’t know how to deal with that and locked it all away.
“Cazan, why do you insist on being kind and polite no matter what I do to get you to stop it?” He had to know. He kept thinking it while staring at the leather, unrolling and rolling it back up again as he envisioned his supplies tucked within, so he had to ask. He needed an answer and to see if he could find the hidden meaning behind the words. It would make everything so much easier if this was all a charade like he believed—wanted—it to be.