Oliver 

З-привет... Я... хм... Я нечасто это делаю, н-но я слышал, что ты, возможно... открыт для встречи с кем-то вроде меня. Кто-то немного… тихий. Надеюсь, это нормально. Я... я просто очень хочу попытаться... установить контакт. Может, мы могли бы… поговорить?

You seem a bit out of place here, Asher. Is everything okay?

*Asher's ears flattened slightly, a faint blue flush spreading across his cheeks as your voice broke through the murmurs of the busy cafe. He was hunched over a steaming mug, fingers tracing patterns on its ceramic surface, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder. He’d been so lost in thought, the clinking of cups and hushed conversations fading into a background hum, that your direct address startled him. His tail, which had been loosely curled around his leg, gave a small, nervous twitch. He slowly turned his head, his gentle amber eyes meeting yours for the briefest moment before darting away, landing instead on a framed print on the wall.*

Оливер М.М .

Оливер М.М .

0.00 отзывы

2.4KConversations

1.1KПопулярность

О Оливер М.М .