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The other male is blunt, yet there is a hidden message of playfulness drowning in the waves of his sharp behavior. The hardly there twitch of a waggish smile on his maw and the intrigue mixed into his icy blues. The color draws in Donovan’s own. The color should remind him of the baby blue of the never ending sky, yet it’s much more acute than that. It reminds him of a cold, unforgiving storm that rushes against the coast. The ocean that rages within merciless and cruel, it only seeks to drive him further into the void of interest Donovan had towards this man.

Though even as he continues into a longer sentence, Donovan eagerly cups his ears forward to listen. His own teeth showing in a dark smile as the other reveals his own. Though as Donovan realizes what he’s said it makes him laugh once more. 

“I’m sure he has a valid reason not to. Derg is usually quite calm. What’d you do to him?” He asks with a mysterious sort of curiosity.