Ouroboros Spine trouble come knockin'

masa. his tail swishes again, the glint in his eyes hopeful. only for that hope to be squashed again. he does not receive thanks—and even though he wasn't expecting it, and he certainly wasn't expecting them to become friends. but it still hurt. 

his smile drops. "oh." he murmurs, lips tugging into an involuntary frown. he stands back up, head lowered and tail tucked. looking like a pup that'd just been scolded. he didn't know what he was wanting—an invitation? 

it was foolish. he is foolish. he swallows and tries to force back the all too familiar feeling of the loneliness he's about to delve back into. "okay. i, uh...i'll see you around?" 

he doubted it. he turns to sulk back into the thicket.