OOC: Dense... all kinds of dense
The very notion that something ‘not prey’ could be for sport didn’t sit too well with her, though she tried to ignore it. As most things were that she did not understand, she simply let it be until there was a time she could devote to its comprehension.
Although it appeared it was all in gest, given by his outward gesture. Admittedly it gave her something to think about, as did his following confession of which she took openly. For the second time she was told she had been liked by another, and for the second time it filled her with a quiet, radiant joy. She couldn’t help the smile that surfaced nor the endearing whine that rang softly as her tail swayed near in time to the joyous rhythm.
“I like you too.” Her smiled broadened as the tip of her tail wiggled. “Though my friend, I cannot imagine what ‘crazy’ things there are to do. I am afraid I am not at all exciting.” Afterall, she had always seen to herself a dull, monotone thing in personality. |