Sequoia Coast [m] and on the floor i'd be lying cold, lifeless

He was dark as charred wood, his nape shimmering silver in the dark. River watched him idly, barely able to catch the glint of inkwell eyes. He had not approached in any decisive manner – no intent, to speak of. Her gaze narrowed upon him, rankled by his lack of physical interest. He wanted to talk! With that smell about!

His tastes, she assumed, must’ve been for a brawnier type than she. Either that, or his processing chip was fried. Maybe that was the point, she snorted, dismissive to him now, though her belly clenched indignantly. She might’ve left it at that, but the frustration had turned her peevish. If there are no men, then what are you? A eunuch?