Coconut Grove Clown Gamble

There was a succinct taste of formality in the air within her words. It was much more bitter than what he’d expect from someone whom he had a romping with not so long ago- in fact, he wasn’t even willing to pursue it. It more more worked in his favor for him to relish the fond memory himself than to taint it with an unrelived upbringing. 

“No,” he responded with a somewhat boyishly slight grin. “Just because I don’t need any help.” He didn’t. Well, he did, but she couldn’t help him; the rank of other lupine on him that he couldn’t recognize brought his intentions with newcomers to a much more narrow whittle. “Really nice day out. Just trying to enjoy it, too.” Auds leveled with the uproars of a yawning sea, the gentle rolls of it in its lazy tantrum.