Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

secretly delight hopes the earth will crack open right beneath his paws and swallow him whole. for a guy who's so prone to oversharing he is constantly, fiercely overwhelmed and embarrassed by it. slowly he looks back at alarian's face, horrified by what he might find there.

well. he doesn't look put off and though that expression skirts too close to pity for delight's taste, it could be worse. "um," he says dumbly, trying to think of a quick recovery -- and then the other throws him a lifeline. he barks a laugh. "not that i haven't thought about it, but i'm not built for degeneracy," the androgyne quips back, making a vague gesture toward his delicate form. "let's go south instead and retire to a beach side estate," he offers back mischeviously, the tension now fully broken.