Silverlight Terrace gods, can you just let it go?

The albino seemed confused at his compliment, which only widenened the grin on Nico's face. The pale creature cleared his throat and thanked him rather awkwardly. Before the soldier had time to laugh in good humour and tease him, the other man complimented him as well, shocking both of them into momentary silence. Nicolas stared at him for a second, before his eyes crinkled around the corners in pure amusement and the his lips broke into a wicked smile. Well, here was a potential victim. Oh, wait, did he say victim? He meant friend, of course. "Thank you," Nico said with yet another grin. "I'm glad you like me," he teased, eyes lighting up.

"Don't be embarassed. I think you're pretty too," Nico said with a shrug, as if it was no big deal. It technically wasn't, but most wolves tend to be dramatic and think even the smallest of compliments, a love confession. It obviously wasn't. One could admire another's beauty without wanting to sleep with the other, or form romantic attachments, of course. Most of the time, at least. "Wanna go explore this place with me?"