LOCKE
Locke returns the look, humming softly. He's maybe seen the man before but he doesn't feel familiar. Either way, he's not bad looking, not that Locke is looking but old habits die hard. He hums softly, turning to watch the griffin as she makes her way down towards them. "S'pretty." A man of many eloquent words as always.
The griffin clicks her beak at him and he returns the gesture, snapping his teeth at her before wrinkling his nose. "I suppose not. I saw her from a few paces back. Had plenty of time to warn you too." Even if he had, momentarily, been curious to see what would happen.
"Name's Locke, by the way. Was thinking of doing some fishing. Hope I'm not interrupting anything." He's not very good at his in this form but he's pretty decent as a cat.. Most of the time.
The griffin clicks her beak at him and he returns the gesture, snapping his teeth at her before wrinkling his nose. "I suppose not. I saw her from a few paces back. Had plenty of time to warn you too." Even if he had, momentarily, been curious to see what would happen.
"Name's Locke, by the way. Was thinking of doing some fishing. Hope I'm not interrupting anything." He's not very good at his in this form but he's pretty decent as a cat.. Most of the time.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
