Wheeling Gull Isle lies don’t last long

If it weren’t for the fear he’d trip over his words, he’d probably point how stupid morning over a flower was. Hide would be spared from teasing for now.

He didn’t do it for any response, he says, he did it because he thought it’d be cute. Cute? Orochi repeated. The heat beneath his skin grew warmer. It made it difficult to think straight.

The yearling shook his head to come to his senses, or tried at least. This feeling couldn’t just be brushed off his shoulders, but he could pretend it could.

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a mischievous smirk. Oh, I’ll give you one alright, then proceeded to gather a mouthful of flowers and flung them above Hide.