Word Count → 415 :: Out of Character text.
Hotaru always tried to act wise beyond her years, using the judgment and life skills she had gained through her ordeals. Both the terrible war that had revenged her family and the permanent darkness that she had been inflicted with gave what Hotaru believed to be a special clarity. She always felt that her way of looking at the world was different than most and prided herself on her judgement skills. Yet, there were times when she still acted her age. Moments where she just acted on her whims rather than thinking things through. This was one of those times.
Truth be told, Hotaru didn't really know what she wanted from the foreigner, she just wanted something. A friend, an enemy, a lover, a distraction. Anything, if only it would just take away her pain. There was a big problem though, Hotaru had only minimal experience with men and flirting. Light was her first real relationship and it was due to that very relationship that she was seeking such a base comfort in a stranger. The grey female tried her best to flirt, but everything she did seemed more polite and friendly than flirty.
The dog's large hands surprised Hotaru as they gently grasped her fingers. She had originally believed him to be smaller than her. Judging by his steps, he sounded lighter than she was, yet his fingers suggested that he might be as big as her or even bigger. His gentle paws examined her fingers with practiced and confident movements as he looked for any injuries that were worse than the bruise on her knuckles. His light and gentle touch made her smile. He was truly nice, and for one reason or another it didn't really make her feel better. The arabic male's offer to mend her broken heart and escort her wasn't comforting, but at least it didn't make her feel worse.
Hotaru moved closer and lightly grasped his muscular arm with one hand. It was true, he was taller than her, although not by much. His large arm didn't have a lot of fur, making it even easier for her to distinguish his muscles and form a picture in her mind. "Why, thank you for your generous offer. Please, do lead the way. My name is Hotaru, by the way. What yours?" Her words were slow, although not obnoxiously so. She wanted to make it easier for him to understand her, and she wasn't really the type to speak quickly anyways.
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