Talk:Kraken/@comment-30014014-20190729154010

The way her hand moved about.

The subtle manner in which some of her tentacles wave.

The look in her eyes. The smile on her lips.

A timid behaviour, a rare demeanour. A kraken, so comfortable at the bottom of the sea, exposed out of her zone of comfort. Shyly, she calls to a man she had her eye on. One that met her in kind time and time again. Another day in another date in the mundane.