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Amethyst smiled at the girl as he took the hand and shook it. [i]Fia, what a nice name. And what a lovely smile, she's absolutely adorable.[/i] Amethyst gave a small smile as he ended the gesture of the handshake and opened his mouth thinking to compliment her on either her name or smile when the earlier comment when the earlier words she said hit him.

[color=ed1c24][b]He was the one being a jerk, not you[/b][/color]

"My name's Amethyst," he responded with a less convincing weaker smile, his mind chipping away at the problem. If this cutie found out he was Silver it could ruin everything! But, as he had learned after countless slaps and older brothers' bashing him up, the sooner you came out with the truth the less pain in the long run. And the higher possibility for pleasure in the long run most importantly.

"Silver... I mean, that redhead guy... he's kind of me. I'm a shape shifter with Dissociative Identity Disorder, pretty messed up I guess," Amethyst murmured barely audibly, not quite sure if the girl would've heard of all he said really. He'd told a few girls about the DID, but wasn't allowed to talk about the shape shifting and could only see them once a week. Considering anyone him, or one of him anyway, told about the DID left him within a month Amethyst entirely expected the girl to politely try to slowly not interact with him.