Moonspear you say you love the way the storms blow

terance could handle a compliment-- and though he did care about pleasing others, he'd go ahead and punch himself the day he cared what a bitch thought. and he was humble, he thought, but he loved it when people fed that secret ego of his. it was just this conversation-- he felt so backwards. he was just jumbled up, that wasn't his fault... was it? ugh, he couldn't tell. he shook his head, dipping his muzzle slightly. "right, yeah, thank you," he managed, shooting her a semi-grateful smile, still sort of lost. deciding he needed to back the fuck on out of this conversation while it was sort of saved, he sniffed.

"well i'll leave you to rest, it was nice meeting you," he said, then his brow furrowed-- he'd never gotten her name. whatever, he wasn't sure he cared. besides, she hadn't said it this whole time he doubted she'd say it now. whether or not she did, terance would bob his head in farewell and skrt on out of there-- back to patrolling, he supposed.