Cresselia92
Monster Coach
- Pronoun
- she/her
“I think you’re at the part of the movie where the spy’s met the love interest and started coming out of their shell a little,” the Dewott hummed, grinning back at the Sneasel.
Silver knew that Archie was being witty with that remark, and yet he couldn’t stop his cheeks from burning. For a moment he thought that some desert gust had slipped through some gap, but he didn’t see any open door. He sure was glad that his entire body was covered in a dark pelt, or who knew how bright his skin was actually glowing!
“L-love interest…?!” he stammered to himself, keeping his gaze totally focused on the torn pages and his voice low. “Wha—That’s preposterous! Who would even fit that bill—?” A familiar brunette flashed in his mind, smiling kindly at him and filling his headspace with joyful giggles. It took all his willpower to prevent his arms from dropping the papers and force himself to address Archie again.
“Ah! Hm! Yeah, I’ve been to that cafe during the off-worlder festival! Pretty nice place. I, huh, wouldn’t mind going there!” Relieved that his heart wasn’t banging against his ribs anymore, he got up and looked again at Archie, giving him a sideway grin. “Hey, I don’t mind helping with the cleanup! After all, we’re, um… we’re friends, right? And, well, friends help each other.”
Yeah, it was still weird to spell out that word, but Silver felt very proud of himself for being able to say it, at least. And best of all… he totally meant it.