Blacktail Deer Plateau blue and brown jansport, tired of public transport

At this point Aningan may as well rip his insides out, because it sure did feel like it when he gave the information. A cold sensation climbed up his spine, turning warmer as it flushed into his cheeks. He wanted to snap at the male. He wanted to tell him that he was not a woman, just as he had time and time again. It had been easier back then because his body wasn't preparing to bare young. Now it was, and his appearance would morph soon, making it all the more obvious. Cupid felt helpless.

He tried to think about how long it had been since he first met Mal. His thoughts are consumed by the man and his helpless little field. I don't know. A month at least. I can't remember clearly. He just wanted to forget about all of it.

I mean, I've fallen a bit, but it wasn't anything serious. He remembered trying to climb up Courtfall's slopes. It was a miserable failure, but it was a small drop. Haven't eaten anything bad either.