Porcupine Ridge Crafted, holy, rolling thunder

Y'don't have to watch what you say.. my poor, innocent ears can handle it jus' fine. She snickers, shifting her paws. I just— I don' know... I don't wanna do something you don't want me to.

She liked him, and so unlike others, she spared some care to his opinion of her. Spared care to boundaries at least in the verbal sense when she struggled in the physical. Social disaster, she didn't know how navigate this. Part of her thought it might just be easy to do whatever he wanted, start something and finish it, just to prove she was worth the time. Did it make him feel the same?

She didn't know how to keep others around, aside from giving every piece of herself to them. Desperation. Morality, dignity. Only concepts. She looked at him with something unspoken in the briefest of moments.

Boredom, a mindset. It might've been true. Everything she suffered was in her own head, boredom too was merely another ailment. We could spar Her eyes twinkled in amuse and a troublesome sort of anticipation at the suggestion.