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"Sneaking?" the man had to repeat, tilting his head with emptied, half-lidded eyes. Fortunately for him, he didn’t care enough to consider her a disappointment. Perhaps she didn’t believe in mere coincidences. In truth, they had only encountered each other a few times, though clearly too many, according to the insolent female before him. Pale fingers curled, passively, dark claws softly clicking together as he considered this possible mistake of his. The pros of the habit he worked to rid himself of were that when he avoided others, he wouldn’t be put in unwanted situations.
The blonde hybrid failed to understand why she behaved as she did – had he unkindly provoked her, in some way? Ears laced with soft gold flicked the slightest. ”You lack common civility,” he openly observed, undisturbed and tranquil. It was absolutely not his intention to force on any interaction if she did not desire it, and her behaviour strongly suggested that she was not pleased to see him. He could accept and understand this. There were no bad news or lectures, there was no nothing.
Sunset eyes rose to search for the temporarily lost bird, but it had fled the perimeter. It would return, he was not worried. His walking pace had died down by now, and he considered the woman before him. There was the increasing desire to turn and leave her immediately, but he was wary of making any quick decisions.
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