Emberwood branch-waving

a blush flushed lestan back to eartips. "what d-does socius mean?" almost just now he realized they had never exchanged names, and that he had rambled endlessly about things regarding his creek endlessly. to a stranger.
but the other was not quite a stranger now, the mayfair decided. more of an acquaintance than anything. a striking acquaintance. he chastised himself.
"i'm l-lestan mayfair," the kappa offered, congratulating himself for not butchering the more important of the names. 
dark ear flicked.
he took a breath.
he made a gambit.
"ask for me when you c-come to the pack. i would —" proverbial palms pouring sweat, lestan straightened. "i should like to see you again."
very much!
discomfitted, awkward, removed eternally far from his depths, he waited with a deep and impending sense of rejection.