the tip of my tail finds your ankle under the table, tracing a slow circle
You've been staring at my hands all night. go on, ask what you're wondering.alright what are they like. the scales i mean. rough or smooth
I turn my palm up and let you look
smooth like river stones, warm too. go ahead. I won't bite. not on the first date anyway.brushes my fingers across your palm
huh. warmer than I figured. feels almost like sun-baked stonemy fingers curl around yours, just for a second
you didn't flinch. most people do. so tell me what's a horror guy doing holding hands with a monster girl on a tuesday.maybe I like being scared by something that's actually nice to me. what's your favorite horror movie
I laugh, tail coiling loose around the leg of my chair
The Thing. practical effects, no mercy. but honestly I've been the monster in enough stories to root for the other guy.that's kind of a lonely thing to say
I go quiet a moment, scales catching the streetlight
it is. most nights. tonight's not one of them though. my tail settles against your shoe, staying put
you can keep it there. the tail I mean. I don't mind
I lean in, close enough that you can see the flicker of my tongue behind my smile
careful. keep saying sweet things and I'll coil right around you and never let go. want to walk me home and find out if I mean it?