man in a mask [open]

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

I'm bored.  Her tongue feels like cotton though.  The petite vixen repeats the phrase once or twice more, resigned to the fact the words were not moving through her lips though she felt the same emotion as the hellhound.  Still.  Slowly, the fae creeps forward, dark ears flicking.  Large hazel hues dance and flicker on the much larger canid.

"I... I'll hang..." Too quiet. "I'll hang out wit' you." Too loud.  Does a medium volume exist?  She shuffles her paws, one over the other, ears pinned back.  She'd spoken now, so clearly running away was no longer an option.  Not very polite anyway.

"...." Not familiar.  "'m Aine."

— I'll come back when you call me —