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He's an oblivious creature most plainly, he still couldn't hide the concern on his face when the other struggled to maintain their balance when they stood. They seemed to recover quickly, though, quickly enough to look Moth over like he was a slab of meat. At least that's what eyes felt like to the awkward little entomologist. The tom shifted his body slightly, as if trying to hide himself away from prying silver eyes. A slight heat in his face to prove his embarrassment and suddenly Moth was very grateful there wasn't an otherwise obvious tell to expose him.
A tail graced his sharp chin. It felt like a cold breeze ran across his neck. His fur bristled slightly, much beyond his sense of control.
Ah... eh... Mothwing.The tom replied, his eyes blatantly avoiding contact with the other's.
And yourself?Why had he so easily given his name to this guy? But Moth felt so awkward, so misplaced, it felt like he answered if only to justify his existence. My name is Mothwing, and therefor I am here. Or was it "I am here, therefor I am Mothwing"..? His brain scrambled, an encounter with a stranger wasn't exactly what he signed up for this evening. He felt unprepared, unready, as if a chance encounter was something you should've been prepared for. It made him feel silly, like he had dressed differently from everyone else at a party he wasn't exactly invited to.