( Where before he was all out of it and probably in danger of dropping his ice cream, now his grasp on the thing is.... just as intense as the rest of him. His hands wrap around it, tightly, securely, fingers curving inwards. His demon gremlin hands aren't letting go of it any time soon, now.
He looks back up at her; the fact she phrases things like a question.... helps. It means he has to really think about how to answer, put it into a certain form. )
Didn't you? ( There's still no real recognition in him, but he does seem to be thinking about it, at least. And he's... kind of capable of having a conversation, even if it's weird and follows a bizarre train of thought. He's.... trying.... )
You're.... a girl. ( A calm nod as he provides this insightful knowledge. ) You cooked? You're mine? I think you're mine.
( What exactly he means by that.. is uncertain... It's probably mostly like a little kid would be. A little... demon kid. )
( Isabella Swan )
( Where before he was all out of it and probably in danger of dropping his ice cream, now his grasp on the thing is.... just as intense as the rest of him. His hands wrap around it, tightly, securely, fingers curving inwards. His demon gremlin hands aren't letting go of it any time soon, now.
He looks back up at her; the fact she phrases things like a question.... helps. It means he has to really think about how to answer, put it into a certain form. )
Didn't you? ( There's still no real recognition in him, but he does seem to be thinking about it, at least. And he's... kind of capable of having a conversation, even if it's weird and follows a bizarre train of thought. He's.... trying.... )
You're.... a girl. ( A calm nod as he provides this insightful knowledge. ) You cooked? You're mine? I think you're mine.
( What exactly he means by that.. is uncertain... It's probably mostly like a little kid would be. A little... demon kid. )