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— ridgeback’s brows flick upward at her response, not expecting the bold step forward nor the soft-voiced praise that follows. for a beat, he falters—flashing that crooked, boyish smile that tries not to look too damn pleased with himself. tries and fails.
looking down at her past his red-twinged snout and settling a charming smile on her. my, you've got a pretty laugh. it wouldn't bother me too much. a little too honest. and maybe a little too fast.
but who cared?
name’s ridgeback, he says with a grin, gesturing vaguely down the length of his spine. red stripe give it away? but he remembers his manners shortly thereafter and gives her another dip of her head, looking to settle down upon the same bluff she'd been upon.
his legs were tired!
and you, serenade critic? what should i call you when i inevitably butcher my next song in your honor?