Otatso Wetlands das himmlische leben

When Mahler rose, his heart dropped; was he tired of him now? Not that he could blame him— Alarian knew it was kind of a real turn off when he stammered and rambled. But he was quick to note that the dark male paused, lingered, and took it as his cue to do the same. Wherever the beautiful man led, Alarian was content to follow.
The question gave him some pause. Sometimes it's obvious, and sometimes they come to us, He expected it wasn't a very satisfying answer, but he had little better to offer. I don't turn anyone away unless they disrespect the rules. Alarian realized the slip a second too late; he wasn't sure why the idea of being known as a leader gave him anxiety, but it did, and he hoped Mahler had not noticed.
Again he wondered if Mahler needed such a place. We are— not full, yet. That was possibly the most awkward way to word it, ever. He glanced at the lilac-eyed man, hoping for some clue but expecting none.