Moonspear and i'm tired of keepin' lies

she'd made room for him, which terance took as a good thing. or maybe it was just a neutral thing? maybe he was reading too deep into it-- he was probably reading too far into it. it was, after all, the polite thing to do. 

he slid down onto his stomach as she poked at the rabbit. she asked a question, and his ears cupped forward again as a soft smile graced his features. it wasn't that smile alya claimed was his winning look, but he wasn't sure he should just dive head first into this... should he? oof, too many ways to go about this-- he opted for something softer. "i wanted to see you," he said, holding her same nonchalance.