rawr bitch
Locke simply shrugs, having no other answer to give her. But he grins anyway, almost smug. It's just a facade but she doesn't have to know that. "It is hot, yeah. Grew up in Torchline so kinda used to it." There is no real correlation there except that he is used to being hot, to sweating. Fuck, why is he so awkward. He runs a hand through his hair, wincing slightly at the slick sweat there.
"You just gettin' a tan or somethin'? Can think of plenty of better places to do it." He kinda feels the need to shift or to run away or something. Maybe join the dragon basking in the sun. His snake shift is new and he feels the skin on his arm ripple for a moment, brightly colored scales flashing for a moment before he forces it down. It's still a strange feeling, shifting in general but the partial shifting feels almost entirely out of his control. A whole mess.
"You just gettin' a tan or somethin'? Can think of plenty of better places to do it." He kinda feels the need to shift or to run away or something. Maybe join the dragon basking in the sun. His snake shift is new and he feels the skin on his arm ripple for a moment, brightly colored scales flashing for a moment before he forces it down. It's still a strange feeling, shifting in general but the partial shifting feels almost entirely out of his control. A whole mess.
LOCKE
