Lion Head Mesa sister christian

he silenced himself when her refusal came, sharp and piercing. 

his own ears briefly pinned, but he returned pleasantness to his features, albeit the mask had obvious cracks.

"ah- ah shall do mah best." the smile was labile, but persistent. "ah do- ah want real bad t' make it pleasant. really do." 

gucci gathered himself and got up on his feet. 

"you- you're taard, ah git it. nawt somethang i'd ever experience. so, ahm- ahmma leave ya t', t' git some shut-eye." he looked her over again, finding himself hurt, but unable to blame her. his own fault for disturbing a mother's rest.

"uhm, jus' one more question..." now he was outright submissive. "-s there anyone ya'd like me t' invite?"