>> d a x o n <<
Daxon listened as she explained how she was feeling and what not, wondering why women are so easy to trigger, set off, but he wasn't going to ask, finding out how a woman's mind works sounds a bit horrifying if he might say so himself. "Mmh, I see. Don't worry about whatever they think, I don't care what guys think about me, they can all go to h*ll for all I care." He added with a soft chuckle, but to be frank, it's only true. He doesn't like men very much. Feeling her hand go down to take hold of his he about reluctantly gave it a light squeeze, he didnt want to be pulled into a relationship with her. My god they just met today after all. He felt a grin form on his face as he heard her, unable to hold it back, "actually, it's not my favorite. The sand gets into places it shouldn't and frankly, it's rather itchy." He ended, but in general he liked it of course. I mean it's a great way to check out some nice, fit women. "I don't have bad days." He added quietly with a smirk on his face, ensuring he did, and that he only made some dumb little lie. As usual. He followed after her, not enjoying the silence, but he wouldn't complain, he didn't want to ruin her first day here any more than he felt he already has.

















