Trip to The Beach

[Dust]

Dust felt only the coldness of lonliness, consumed by it as he realized what freedom's price seemed to be. Then like the spring's first light caressing the snow bound earth after a long winter, he felt a similar warmth in the delicate touch of Xavier's hand as it mimicked a butterfly's touch. It was subtle in the way it moved, but the touch was filled with compassion that flooded through the smaller males hand to his own body. Dust absently looked down at it, then to the face of who owned the hand, and was greatly surprised to see Xavier standing there. For a moment, he seemed entirely different. Like he was a she, even his blushing face seemed just a tad bit out of character.. Then he blinked and the neko was back to himself, turned to look away. He almost sensed embarrassment, but what did this bulky male know of intution?

He touched his arm, instinct is what he thrived on, even when he had nothing else, he had insticts. And it was telling him that a woman had touched his arm.. Yet he could not see her around him. Even if there was no where to hide, he knew she was still near. He rubbed his arm where he still felt the concern in her touch. Only then did he realize he was crying. Tears.. He had never she'd tears. Not once since becoming a contractor.

Where did he begin? "No. You didn't say anything that hurt me." He paused, and let his hand stay where Azalea touched him. He's felt this before, Shock had touched him like this. "I just realized I am alone. And I guess I don't like it.. Which makes sense-" He stopped abruptly, shaking his head and putting a smile on his face that was neither faked or lying. "Nevermind that. What is it that.. Azalea? Is that her name? What does she want to do?" He asked, despite never being told that Azalea was a girl. Part of him understood.. but the other part was still confused. However, he went along with it.