At least this approach was more interesting that the one with the 'love for all' chick he had encountered near the Greatwater Lake, he thought quietly as he watched the dark colored woman in front of his play along to his game like a marionette. With his own eyes resting on her, Ciervo stood still as her eyes traced every inch of his body, his ears pricking curiously as she lowered her head to look him up and down, as if the icyness of her eyes could pierce through his flesh like a little x-ray machine.
Finally she raised her head back, a teasing smirk stretched across her face to keep the joke alive. "Luckily for you, I'm not" he barked with a careless slump of one of his shoulders. Now that he knew she was interested in playing along, he could let the games begin..
Without vocing his intentions or even making sure they were on the same page, the rusty Ostrega launched himself forward, his lips drawn back in a playful snarl.
Ready or not here I go.
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