Post by daxg2011 on Nov 7, 2011 22:20:46 GMT -6
Dax took the offered hands, his bease merely looking out strangely at the group of leopards. The human smelled of rare flowers like his mothers old boutique and the leopard next to the woman smelled like a cat, like him. He looked to Drashar and gave a closed look. Dax couldn't react to such peace. It was as if he'd came off a plane into Europe and out of the US. Dax smiled charmingly to everyone, like the smile you give to the pastor, because it was polite, almost awkward. Dax only nodded and said a small,"Nice to meet you all." with a deep natural tone that always came from his diaphragm, his father gave him that. He held still and waited for Drashar to give yet another wave of comfort. Those were really helping his nervousness.
After Dax's father died he really lost all social skills, he knew to say hi and smile and be charming. He'd demonstrated how his serious case of "foot in the mouth" syndrome could demonstrate for a life filled with mostly single living, but Dax had been preoccupied with his mothers illness during his dating years. She was sick off and on on a regular basis.
He found that Kaleah seemed skinny and more lesbian and Lana was different, in smell anyway. He thought she was cute, the 1950s pin up was becoming of the young woman. Dax thought great conversation but couldn't say it. Dax did have a character, just stuffed deep inside underneath the multiple touches of death unto his close family and spending a life with dominating women didn't culture for a very strong male personality. Not his fault, but you can't always pick your family, right? Dax held a polite face and waited for responses to his address and felt his leopard hiss from self disgust of his human.
After Dax's father died he really lost all social skills, he knew to say hi and smile and be charming. He'd demonstrated how his serious case of "foot in the mouth" syndrome could demonstrate for a life filled with mostly single living, but Dax had been preoccupied with his mothers illness during his dating years. She was sick off and on on a regular basis.
He found that Kaleah seemed skinny and more lesbian and Lana was different, in smell anyway. He thought she was cute, the 1950s pin up was becoming of the young woman. Dax thought great conversation but couldn't say it. Dax did have a character, just stuffed deep inside underneath the multiple touches of death unto his close family and spending a life with dominating women didn't culture for a very strong male personality. Not his fault, but you can't always pick your family, right? Dax held a polite face and waited for responses to his address and felt his leopard hiss from self disgust of his human.