Firefly Glen ❁ I've rejected affection,

She talked a lot, Juggernaut noted, his brain struggling to keep up with all of it at once. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation talking, but she felt technicolor in a word of fuzzy black and white.

He caught only her name, in the end. And an ask for his own. Briefly, he considered all his mother had told him about aliases, about hiding who he was, about running at the first sign of trouble. But she didn’t care after that. Nobody had.

Juggernaut. He said after a long silence, offering a dip of his great head. She was so very small, he noted, worry in the creases of his eyes. Was she a runt? Or was she simply born that small?

Probably not polite to ask such, Juggernaut.

Its good to meet you. Thank you for telling me about the fireflies. He noted he sounded like he was reading his words off a teleprompter. He put a smile on his face, considered it, then allowed his muzzle to fall back into the placid, tired face he normally held.