You shameless lunatic! Get out of here!" A deep masculine hoarse yet clear voice yelled out from the owner of the gaze.
A goofy grin spreads across Asher's face on the realization the tall masculine figure being an actual living, taking-walking, breathing entity, speaking a language he could understand exists. Forgetting all sense of dignity-or personal space-he flung his arms wide and dashed toward the figure like a toddler spotting an ice-cream.
"Finally, someone who talks! And I get what you're saying!" he exclaimed out, his excitement bubbling over as he flew toward the figure with welcoming-or either forcing to welcome him arms with the grace of a charging puppy barreling forward.
His arms caught the tall towering figure having piercing hunter blue eyes, umber skin and the hair split between black and blue like a delicious desert. Asher's eyes spilled out fake rivers of joy as he embraced the hug which apparently wasn't embraced enough by the opposite party.....but it's ok I guess.....
"Hey you crazy lady, leave me." The figure said as it struggled to break away the hug-exactly like the grip of those tiny hands of a newborn baby- small yet strong.
"Hmm.... You smell nice. Meow...!" Asher squealed, sniffing the dominating scent on the figure, pressing his face harder and harder against the figure's human like muscular chest, almost hearing the figure's heartbeat.
"Hey you creep, stop sniffing me like I am a food of yours or something." The figure growled for escape from Asher's small arms by smacking his face away but no avail since, Asher was somehow successfully was able to secure his grip on the figure's human like thick brick like waist.
Asher latched onto the figure like an overly affectionate koala, his grip unyielding despite every attempt to shake him. "Yay! My first friend of my new journey!" He declared with way too much enthusiasm, clinging tighter as the tall figure groaned in frustration.
The figure twisted and turned, flailing like a wild, bucking bronco. "Get off me, you lunatic!" the figure roared, but Asher only climbed higher, now perched awkwardly on his back like a kid at a piggyback ride. And no matter the tries the figure was unable to get Asher off his back now.
(NOTE BY AUTHOR: don't ask me, how he climbed the figure's back.)
Asher was stick to him like a clingy cat. The figure even became mad a horse trying to save itself from getting rode on in order to get asher off him but no avail. The figure stumbled in circles in desperate attempt to throw Asher off. "Get off my back, will you, you barnacle!!" the figure shouted in exasperation. But Asher's death grip remained, and the scene devolved into what looked like a clingy one-sided love.
With curiosity at its peak, practically bursting out him, Asher tilted his head and asked the figure, "Hey Mr. tall man, may I know that what your gender is?" He leaned in expectantly, as if hoping for some grand dramatic reveal.
The figure shot a dead-pan look and replied flatly, "A MAN."
Asher froze, his face falling like a deflated balloon. "What? Sooooooooooo boring....." he groaned, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Letting out theatrical sighs in disappointment, he muttered under his breath, "Here I was hoping for something exciting like a double transgender, male plus female, female whose not a female or something. But no, just a male."
"What do you mean by boring huh?! You really are a creep." THE MAN screamed at him like a mad wolf with a good disgusting look on his face.
"Yeah, whatever..." Asher says it in the most ignorant and disrespectful way, his voice made THE MAN want to choke him out but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do that.
With no apparent way to peel Asher off, the man let out a resigned groan and started striding down to a certain path. His movements were fluid, his tall frame cutting through the scenery with an air of purpose.
Asher clung to him like a overgrown backpack, his curiosity now sparking anew. THE MAN's heavy footsteps hit the ground with an ominous weight, yet they didn't make a single sound. Not even a whisper of crushed grass. Asher's eyes lit up, his intrigue; practically glowing as his head took in this new information, his long extinguished flame of curiosity seems to be sparking again.
"Hey, where are you taking me, sir pirate" Asher whispered that in the most seductive way possible by a human in THE MAN's ear.
"I am not a pirate understood you silly bikini lady" THE MAN glared at him showing his sharp 2 inch long wolf like fangs to him by tilting his head behind, probably a sign of warning which was blindly ignored by Asher... because why not,?
Asher was more focused on the structure of THE MAN's canines. The only thing which roamed in his mind was that how such long canines are fitting in such a small mouth. He finally felt that he's in a different universe. And the distance which was supposed to be a short trip became a long journey for THE MAN.
"Hey Mr. MAN what is your name though?" Asher asked with an oddly excited shine shimmering in his eyes.
"It's Roghan." He mutters it with the upmost annoyance clearly being presented on his face.
"I see...it's a good name, Roghannn." Asher call him in the most absurdly seductive way.
Roghan's journey finally seems to have an end as he stopped by a wooden bar. The bar smelled like a casual human bar just, with touch of another weird unknown smell. Roghan pulled the wooden door open; the bar was decorated with beautiful golden chandlers even after the interior of purely being wooden. It looked like a beautiful place to explore.