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There was no more doubt that this was indeed Ghita Marino. The turquoise orbs looking up at her as she talked away, the silver tipped hair the lined her body. More noticeably the piercings the lined her ear and pinched her bottom lip. Her words where lost of deaf ears as he stared at her in awe. Smile only able to grow slightly more as she wiped the thick layer of fur around. He never paid much mind to his own mane in Secui form, everyone had one. Its only purpose was to make him look bigger and to protect his throat, not that his size would protect him enough as it was. No one seemed to be going around deliberately picking fights against the giants of his world. He couldn't see anyone picking a fight with Ghita either, not a male at the least. She was so full of natural energy, much like a pup. Every emotion she had was so vibrant.
She shook her mane once more and he couldn't help but feel his heart skip that vital beat once again as she asked him how she looked. Instinctively he opened his mouth, the answer already had been swirling around in his brain since he fell asleep last night, since before she had shifted. However, he restrained himself from bursting out into the many words he would have used to describe her: beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, amazing, perfect, heart stopping, angel like. “Bello.” He said simply with a smirk.
Since their walk on the beach the warrior had decided learning a small amount of Italian would be beneficial to his relationship with Ghita. He had managed to find a dozen or so books on the Italian language and learning to speak it but he was struggling to learn the language. Now it appeared Ghita had a good hold on English and he may not need to have learned the basics at all. The giant walked over to a cabinet only to take one of many glass bottles out and sit on his bed. “Molto Bello.” He complimented as he took off the cap and took a drink. The alcohol stung his throat but he still smiled on, he just needed a drink to calm his heart, which was now beating a million miles a minute.
There was no more doubt that this was indeed Ghita Marino. The turquoise orbs looking up at her as she talked away, the silver tipped hair the lined her body. More noticeably the piercings the lined her ear and pinched her bottom lip. Her words where lost of deaf ears as he stared at her in awe. Smile only able to grow slightly more as she wiped the thick layer of fur around. He never paid much mind to his own mane in Secui form, everyone had one. Its only purpose was to make him look bigger and to protect his throat, not that his size would protect him enough as it was. No one seemed to be going around deliberately picking fights against the giants of his world. He couldn't see anyone picking a fight with Ghita either, not a male at the least. She was so full of natural energy, much like a pup. Every emotion she had was so vibrant.
She shook her mane once more and he couldn't help but feel his heart skip that vital beat once again as she asked him how she looked. Instinctively he opened his mouth, the answer already had been swirling around in his brain since he fell asleep last night, since before she had shifted. However, he restrained himself from bursting out into the many words he would have used to describe her: beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, amazing, perfect, heart stopping, angel like. “Bello.” He said simply with a smirk.
Since their walk on the beach the warrior had decided learning a small amount of Italian would be beneficial to his relationship with Ghita. He had managed to find a dozen or so books on the Italian language and learning to speak it but he was struggling to learn the language. Now it appeared Ghita had a good hold on English and he may not need to have learned the basics at all. The giant walked over to a cabinet only to take one of many glass bottles out and sit on his bed. “Molto Bello.” He complimented as he took off the cap and took a drink. The alcohol stung his throat but he still smiled on, he just needed a drink to calm his heart, which was now beating a million miles a minute.