"Nope, from...a place." She smiles. Ace smiles back and shakes his head at her. "In that case, I'm from a place too." He plays along. "A place far from here."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Her laugh makes him smile, flamboyant and charming. "It is." He says. "When there isn't any trouble going on." The serpent tail wrapped around his wrist twitches and retracts without him noticing, a small pair of golden eyes peering out from a flap of his jacket instead.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Bella screams and falls out of her chair. "What the hell is that?" She asks, frightened. Ace confusedly looks at the flap and sighs. "Spike, I told you not to come." He scolds the pair of eyes. He tells Bella it's okay and pulls out a winged reptile about the length of his arm, setting him on his shoulder. "This is Spike." He introduces him. "He's my Wyvren."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
She laughs and Ace relaxes, petting Spike between the wings. "He's usually bigger but had to adapt to this place." He tells her. "He won't hurt anyone; he's just curious."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Spike purrs before looking back at Ace. The question in his eyes is evident, but Ace chooses not to answer. "He's not really a pet, more of a mode of transportation." He tells Bella. "But we're pretty good pals."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Spike grunts at the word adorable and snuggles back within Ace's trenchcoat, causing him to squirm a little at the movement. "He's shy." He says, smiling at Bella.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian