His hands are clenched tight when the silence comes. He prays he ain't fucked this up, prays really damn hard. His mouth opens to answer that first bit, then closes when he's told not to. With a click of jaw and teeth does his mouth make on to motherfucking close. He waits. If nervously so.
He finds himself a little confused, if only because he assumed, with humans, there wasn't being any lines. It was all just mishmashes of everything as to fuck a motherfucker up but only all of it got being paramount to human matespritship and all else was just... all everything else. He didn't know there was rules. It makes the whole thing as Sam says sound like Pale Hire but he doesn't want to think Sam like that, especially when it ain't really true. This was simply him being alien.
"I... HAHA, FUCK." His hand goes up to rub at his neck and he's gotta divert his gaze. Never. Never, ever did he see himself getting caught up conversational in a thing like this.
He breathes deep. "...I want to... BUT I FEEL AS LIKE I SHOULDN'T. Because it's not a thing as you should be doing. AND I GOT A MOIRAIL. And... I already... like you a lot more than what I maybe should..." There. He said it. "I'M SCARED. I'm always being scared of such things but I really don't motherfucking want at it to happen with you. NOT-NOT CAUSE YOU AIN'T NO GOOD! But..." Fuck. FUCK. Fuck his Mirth damned life.
Another deep breath. "IF WE'S FRIENDS, EVERYTHING'S BEING GOOD AND NICE AND CHILL. If I wind up liking you like that, it's not gonna be none of that. IT WOULD HURT. A lot. BUT FOR ALL AS IT'S BEING THAT, I STILL WANT TO HEAR ON IT. At the very motherfucking least. I'M BEING SERIOUS ON LEARNING YOUR HUMAN THINGS. And I wouldn't mind learning about all them secrets as you're knowing too. SO, I GUESS WHAT AT I'M SAYING IS, YEAH. I kinda wanna hear it out." A beat passes. He smiles all fear and a little bit of hope. "...JUST DON'T GET ON BEING TOO CHARMING, YOU DIG?"
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He finds himself a little confused, if only because he assumed, with humans, there wasn't being any lines. It was all just mishmashes of everything as to fuck a motherfucker up but only all of it got being paramount to human matespritship and all else was just... all everything else. He didn't know there was rules. It makes the whole thing as Sam says sound like Pale Hire but he doesn't want to think Sam like that, especially when it ain't really true. This was simply him being alien.
"I... HAHA, FUCK." His hand goes up to rub at his neck and he's gotta divert his gaze. Never. Never, ever did he see himself getting caught up conversational in a thing like this.
He breathes deep. "...I want to... BUT I FEEL AS LIKE I SHOULDN'T. Because it's not a thing as you should be doing. AND I GOT A MOIRAIL. And... I already... like you a lot more than what I maybe should..." There. He said it. "I'M SCARED. I'm always being scared of such things but I really don't motherfucking want at it to happen with you. NOT-NOT CAUSE YOU AIN'T NO GOOD! But..." Fuck. FUCK. Fuck his Mirth damned life.
Another deep breath. "IF WE'S FRIENDS, EVERYTHING'S BEING GOOD AND NICE AND CHILL. If I wind up liking you like that, it's not gonna be none of that. IT WOULD HURT. A lot. BUT FOR ALL AS IT'S BEING THAT, I STILL WANT TO HEAR ON IT. At the very motherfucking least. I'M BEING SERIOUS ON LEARNING YOUR HUMAN THINGS. And I wouldn't mind learning about all them secrets as you're knowing too. SO, I GUESS WHAT AT I'M SAYING IS, YEAH. I kinda wanna hear it out." A beat passes. He smiles all fear and a little bit of hope. "...JUST DON'T GET ON BEING TOO CHARMING, YOU DIG?"