His questioning of her theory surprised her. Did he not agree that he was one with some locked up emotions. Because in Bleu's world, everyone should admit their secrets if questioned. Nodding she opened her mouth to assure him that she was correct in her clam theory when he came to a halt in front of her. Being taller than her, when he blew out of his rather large nostrils the rush of angry air disheveled Bleu's forelock.
The feeling of Dexter's lukewarm breath upon her face brought the odd feeling up again. The feeling she couldn't pinpoint. Bleu's ears flattened as he bluntly reversed the situation, with his ignorant words. But nonetheless, she didn't judge him. For there must be some reason why he was such a jerk. He let out a hearty laugh and she frowned. She didn't understand him as she thought she did. But she would definitely try and figure out the 'clockwork' inside that large head of his.
"Well, that would only happen if you're clockwork was bright." She huffed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. For Bleu always went with the logical answer and after she thought about her theory for another minute she added in a snarky tone, deciding he deserved a bit of spice from the sugar bowl that Bleu was. "And what ever is in that head of yours, is dark. Dark dark dark."
Taking a step forward, she held her breath and raised her head, staring him in the eye though it wasn't a leveled stare. Letting out the breath through her small nostrils she smiled slightly before stretching her neck, her cheek brushing beneath his ear. "If anyone can figure you out, it would be me." It wasn't just the action she did leading up to her statement but it was the way she said it. Bleu said it in such a tone, that you would've believed her even if she said something completely delusional and bizarre.
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