Ankyra Sound one gonna help me talk right, one gonna lay me down to sleep

oh. awkward. ingram lacked the experience and the social charisma to handle such an exposed angle; he was nearly knocked back on his haunches as he processed the words. loved? for why? ingram quickly hid the confusion (and the little bit of bile) that rose to his features, for he found the wych possessed of a most unfavorable and unattractive aspect. each to their own, he guessed.

"um.. that's... really sweet of you." he tried to say, hopefully balming over the fact he had just committed major fax pax by nearly upchucking his lunch. to quickly change the subject, or maybe more quickly to stifle the awkward silence, he blurted: "i like someone too. i think i do.. i don't... i don't know if i like like her yet... but i think we're doing pretty swell." his tail wagged as he thought of chusi and he looked to kierkegaard hopefully. "she's not my girlfriend yet though."