stare more.
he thinks I can talk?
he looks around room.
eyes dart back to me.
"Right... still out, I see."
his scent is strange for alpha.
sweet.
like honey.
does not smell as bad as most alphas.
he pauses.
stares at me now.
"Are you sitting on the floor because you're too big for the furniture?"
question doesn't need answer.
truth is obvious.
stare back.
he shifts weight from one foot to other.
uncomfortable.
good.
should be.
"I mean, I don't blame you. Geo's taste in furniture is abysmal. All that leather and wood. Very outdated. Very old world."
he talks too much.
do not care about words.
do not understand some of these.
only Moon's.
sometimes do not understand hers either.
but they are music.
understand her tone.
her song.
"You know, I could probably find something more... appropriately sized for you. Would you like that? Assuming you and our goddess will be here for a while."
why still talking to me?
