Lost Creek Hollow i know your style

his heart skips when alamar agrees, but he tries not to let his pleasure show too much. he doesn't want to be overbearing, though it likely shows anyway in the brief broadening of his smile before it disappears into a shy tightening of his mouth, an attempt at hiding it. teal eyes brighten, then drop to the side. awesome. i mean, uh, that sounds good. let me know when you're... ready? he sounds too eager, doesn't he? his gaze flicks back up to alamar, nervously checking his reaction. sometimes he wishes his companion wasn't so... hot and vaguely intimidating.