ShazamrockTyson blinked in mild surprise at red-clad woman. He wasn't used to such curt responses to his flirting. But it only bothered the model for a second-- there were plenty of other pretty women in the world. The Avatar of Kyogre started to turn back toward the exit but froze when something... someone... caught his eye.
The red markings on Tyson's bulging arms flashed for an instant as he met the bold eyes of a tall woman in a jacket and shorts. His face burned with an uncomfortably warm flush, and his throat grew dry and tight. The blonde wrinkled his nose in an involuntary look of disgust. For that moment, it felt like he and that woman were the only people in the world... and even then, the world was too crowded.
That thing is weak now, Tyson found himself thinking. End it.
"What's with that weird look?" Marina's telepathic voice cut through. "Omigosh... is that your thinking face?"
Tyson blinked hard, the Wooper's verbal jab snapping him out of his trance. He immediately looked away, his expression turning to one of horror. How could he think such vicious things about a person, let alone someone he didn't even know? Those musings felt somehow... alien to him. The model had no idea what was going on here, but he knew it was really weird and he wanted it to go away.
The avatar quickly strode to the door, visibly shaken. Unfortunately, his getaway was foiled by the pack of squealing fangirls who had followed him inside. Tyson halfheartedly greeted and posed for the impenetrable barricade of women. All the while, he strained against the urge to look back at the stranger who felt like his enemy.
The red markings on Tyson's bulging arms flashed for an instant as he met the bold eyes of a tall woman in a jacket and shorts. His face burned with an uncomfortably warm flush, and his throat grew dry and tight. The blonde wrinkled his nose in an involuntary look of disgust. For that moment, it felt like he and that woman were the only people in the world... and even then, the world was too crowded.
That thing is weak now, Tyson found himself thinking. End it.
"What's with that weird look?" Marina's telepathic voice cut through. "Omigosh... is that your thinking face?"
Tyson blinked hard, the Wooper's verbal jab snapping him out of his trance. He immediately looked away, his expression turning to one of horror. How could he think such vicious things about a person, let alone someone he didn't even know? Those musings felt somehow... alien to him. The model had no idea what was going on here, but he knew it was really weird and he wanted it to go away.
The avatar quickly strode to the door, visibly shaken. Unfortunately, his getaway was foiled by the pack of squealing fangirls who had followed him inside. Tyson halfheartedly greeted and posed for the impenetrable barricade of women. All the while, he strained against the urge to look back at the stranger who felt like his enemy.