04-21-2016, 08:30 PM
The sound of a woman's voice kicked in Manix's baser instincts of survival. Hand going to the flask he turned to her and froze! One, a stunning woman speaking to him, after rarely speaking to any woman was strange, most important the flask was dry, yet the "feel, smell and sound" of the sea was still there. Most important he felt the power that the sea gave him, what had happened to the ingenious lil flask, he could not have done this, could he?
Stumbling for words, he hoped she would take it at shyness and not the shock he just felt. G'day luv, just got a lil winded tis all
. Bowing slightly but graciously, he adds, Manix Lir at ur service, thank you for ur concern. I feel that all these buildings and concrete streets gets the better of me some days.
Staring into her hazel eyes, he gives her a wicked lil grin. Hoping that his weakness and fumbling was covered, he tried to focus upon the girl and not what had just happened to the flask.
Stumbling for words, he hoped she would take it at shyness and not the shock he just felt. G'day luv, just got a lil winded tis all
. Bowing slightly but graciously, he adds, Manix Lir at ur service, thank you for ur concern. I feel that all these buildings and concrete streets gets the better of me some days.
Staring into her hazel eyes, he gives her a wicked lil grin. Hoping that his weakness and fumbling was covered, he tried to focus upon the girl and not what had just happened to the flask.