praying for love in a lap-dance

Each breath was longer that the previous one, not because he was physically tired but because the small wheels in his cranium required to be fueled and ventilated like a high mantainance machine. One that in his case, was brand new.

The thoughts produced by this little engine were incredibly painful for the young man, and though it was not common for him to openly show his inner emotions there he was, walking aimlessly around the mountains with a face similar to one of a scolded puppy. The thing was, he had not realized he was not alone.

If it hadn't been for the girl's approach and her voice, he would've probably walked right passed without ever knowing so. His head turned instantly, suddenly concious of the rancid air of sadness that clung to him; after giving him a sheepish smile the boy walked towards her, his tail waving in an attempt to shake off said stormcloud.

Sorry that's the face I make when I'm hungry, he blurted out. It was a much simpler explanation to give, and though his belly wasn't complaining it was the first thing that occured to him.

But my, who set your voice to be like the birds?, he barked then, noticing the pleasant tone of her voice.