Nekane blushed more and smiled at him. "I know, but, feels nice being plastered to your side. I don't feel the usual old sadness when I'm around you, unless, I get reminded or think of him," she told him softly. Nekane snuggled into him more. "I'll build one in a little while," she mused to herself. After a few while, she ruffled his hair before standing up. Nekane stretched slowly. She got two buckets. She walked over to the sea. Nekane filled a bucket with water. She place the filled bucket down. Then she began to fill the other bucket with shells, seaweed, and small pieces of driftwood. She looked towards Obsydian and waved. "Want to help me collect things to decorate the sand castle?!" she called out.
Milada bit her botton lip, but just smiled softly at Syren. She was a bit unsure if Syren was just saying she didn't mind to be nice. When Syren finish speaking, she decided she wasn't. Milada laced her fingers with Syren's when she held her hands. She blushed and smiled at her. She glanced down, embrassed about what she was about to say. "Same here, I get happier when I'm around you. Also, I get happier too, when I see you, hear your voice, or simply just think about you," she whispered softly. Milada cheeks were a deep, firey red. Milada then leaned her forehead against Syren's. She closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. "I feel werid saying this...my stomach feels all funny now, like it usually does around you, but in a nice way. Hmm, I feel werid new feelings around you too. I don't understand them, that's why I say they are werid. I'm not use to them," she murmured softly. The werid feeling in her stomach, were what people would call butterflies. Milada just wasn't use to the feeling. Or, the new feelings of liking someone in the way she was starting to liked Syren for that matter.
"Okay, Wolf is better than no name," she said. Luna walked as she thought about things. Her body tensed when Wolf wrapped an arm around her. She tensed because he touched her scars. Luna walked in sliences as he spoke. She glanced at him. She open her mouth to say something, but just closed it again. After a while her muscles relaxed. "The past should stay in the past. Also, I don't trust you enough to tell you..." she paused. 'Could just hurt me in the end,' she thought to herself. The thought just popped into her head. It made her pause. "You haven't told me anything about you, like, if you ever hurt or killed someone," she said softly. She slowed down her breathing so her muscles would stop trying to tense up again. She shuddered as a chill ran down her back. 'Wish he'd wasn't touching my scars, always makes me get a chill or something when they are touched,' she thought to herself. Though, Luna felt deep down, she didn't really mind he was touching them. Anyone else, she would have stop them before they could touch her scars. She found Wolf to be a pain at times. Mostly, just when he tired to get to know her, it bothered her.