noah
Free from all old stories Ive been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow
As Hotaru began to explain her shop, he nodded with understanding. It was visible the way that the wires connected in his brain as she spoke. He was putting in place the recent construction to their town to her. "The people of Halo have never known such luxury. We might not know what to do with ourselves." He chuckled, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepening as he did so. It was true: such hardy people barely knew how to pamper themselves. Oftentimes their luxury was found in the price of Weaver's liquor and in the arms of a lover. What seemed like such an incredible thing coming to the frozen town was nearly unfathomable. "I'm sure the people will find themselves grateful, though." The idea of getting an adjustment even appealed to the hunter, especially as the weight of the seal began to set in his lower back.
There was no need to describe his blushing. It was ever-present before the small, blonde woman. She spoke in innuendo enough for Noah to catch on, but he tried to move past it. to say that she wasn't attractive, and that Noah wouldn't mind feeling how her body felt against his, writhing and sweaty and breathy, would be a lie. He just was not a man who wanted to dwell on such thoughts, to diminish someone to such that it was their only value. He hardly acknowledged they way she almost gave him permission to take a vacation, but simply grunting a small hmm. "When you finish your shop, will you stay in Halo or will you still travel?"
