Ankyra Sound shovels & keys

she moves forward to help, and he tries to hold still, working on untangling his left leg, teeth tugging on the seaweed wrapped 'round him. the ear closest to her careens in her direction, holding steady as she speaks, telling him that he was close to sapphique and offers the advice — warning, even — that they hated men and he was best to avoid it.

it draws a small grunt from him; having no real opinion upon their preferences either way. in the end, he'd take her advice ... despite that he doesn't exactly trust that it was given so freely.

is that the price for your help? for me to stay away?