Feb 15
"You have a nice face, it's very pretty. Can I have it?"
"Can you what-"
Rixian spins on his heel to face the one addressing him and feels every hair on his body stand on end. It's been a long time since his silly little fear had crawled up his throat, but he can't help the way his eyes dart to Amasio's ball-joints, the disjointed manner of their body, and the absolute delight in their tone.
His hands come up to cup his own face, like expecting Amasio to take it without his permission, before he titters a nervous laugh.
"No! I mean. No? I would like to keep it where it is, thank you. You're, uh, an interesting one."