his winglets droop down low, way low, in an instinctive attempt to hide his shame. it's amazing how, in his attempt to try and connect with her over something, daylight is left with a suspicious feeling that he had probably poked hard at an old wound that shouldn't have been poked at. and he has a feeling she would not take kindly to any of his attempts to make physical contact with her to show he's sorry. she seems like the type who likes her personal space. (plus she's scary. like super scary.) ]
Sorry. [ he thinks he can start by saying it aloud, at the very least. ] For not being, um, smart with my words.
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pede meets mouth. mouth says dumb stuff. mouth tastes regrets.
lots of regrets. ]
I-I see.
[ what can he say in the face of this?
not a lot, really.
his winglets droop down low, way low, in an instinctive attempt to hide his shame. it's amazing how, in his attempt to try and connect with her over something, daylight is left with a suspicious feeling that he had probably poked hard at an old wound that shouldn't have been poked at. and he has a feeling she would not take kindly to any of his attempts to make physical contact with her to show he's sorry. she seems like the type who likes her personal space. (plus she's scary. like super scary.) ]
Sorry. [ he thinks he can start by saying it aloud, at the very least. ] For not being, um, smart with my words.