Phoenix Maplewood #Not All Beards

i just cried lmfao

mahler could not have read the scathing way in which he was being assessed, for as soon as he had caught the eye of the pale creature, he turned away, stifling a sharp sigh of annoyance. interaction with any sort of invidual was not something the musiker greatly enjoyed, but, granted by the continued pressure of the wolfess' gaze upon him, she would—
the wretched gargoyle blinked, for her question was not one the man found easily decipherable. was he to tell her she was attractive despite the fact he had not spared more than a fleeting glance into a face he found rather smug? it was not a concept mahler appreciated in the least. "do you?" he rejoined in a monotone, though now his ears had swept forward with a vague intrigue.