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she smiled, and while it did ease his anxiety and worry just a tad bit, he still felt a bit embarassed and ashamed of his behaviour, and it showed in the way in which he awkwardly shifted his weight between his paws. it vanished, however, when she spoke, stuttering once again, and he hastened to reassure her. confidence returned to his demeanour, and as he straightened up and puffed his chest out, it was not his lopsided cute smile that dominated his features, but a surprisingly charming one, with all its bad boy aura within it. it held within it, just a touch of the dewinter males's charisma, and in addition to his brilliant blue green eyes, he felt, that just in that moment, he could be considered a catch.
but only in that moment.
"you're not messed up," he protested immediately, lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line; eyes narrowed, gleaming with passion. "you're just a bit scarred, is all. but," archer allowed himself a confident smirk and drawled, "i'm honoured that you would like to look at me, i mean, i'm one hot guy, aren't i?" he allowed himself a few seconds, before adding the self-deprecating line of, "just kidding," and a laugh to go alongside it. 
despite the fact that a small part of him died whenever he said something like that, archer was glad that he was able to make her smile, and perhaps put her to ease, if only a tiny bit. he did not like seeing someone uncomfortable, especially if he happened to be the one to cause their discomfort in first place. hence his self-deprecating jokes, becuase, for some strange reason, making fun of himself seemed to really inspire amusement in others. why, he couldn't see, nor understand, but he accepted it as a fact of life, and thus, used it to his advantage to help both himself and others.
so far, it was working out well.
and though when he heard the news, he felt just a tad bit disappointed, he looked at the positives of the situation instead and brightened up, "i'm a good warrior and hunter," he informed her with a smile, "i just prefer scouting, i suppose. but i'll be whatever this zaavier wants me to be." archer licked his lips absentmindedly.
"but," he paused, and gave her an inquisitive look, "why'd you join this pack? what's it like? what's it called?" he looked at her with gentle curiousity, before backtracking, "sorry," he muttered sheepishly. "i'm just a bit excited. you'll have to excuse me."