He had heard the story often, Malachi had. He would stare at his mother and father with wide peridot eyes. How it had been a wild flurry of emotions, how he had been swept up in the beauty of those earthen eyes underneath those long, dark lashes of hers. And she had admired the chestnut haired boy' sense of humor and ability to laugh at himself and the kindness he showed towards the new girl in school, and how those eyes as green as spring reflected such generosity and pure intentions. She could tell he was nothing like the stereotypical jocks at her old school. He was considerate, he looked out for her, and despite the way she saw how he looked at her with the smooth smile of his, he made no ill intentions her way. The red haired man had shown her around, trying to keep his feelings in check as she told him about her mother raising she and her twin brother all alone, how her brother was so much more boisterous than herself. And in turn he told her of his caring family, of his mute sister and brother in the navy. And they talked...and they talked...and they talked. Then, with a smile curving both of their lips, they had decided to date which eventually led allllll the way to Malachi being born.

It was quite the story.
And that was only the beginning of it.

The college student with hair rusted red with that bright smile, charming and handsome loved hearing stories of his family's history. In Malachi's family, it was tradition to pass the stories from one generation to the next, from the very beginnings. Of course, much of his family history was recorded, but there was something about all the grandkids gathered around their grandfather's feet and listening to him tell tales of old. Stories of pride and courage for the family to forever cherish.

And Malachi had been raised on these stories, always staring up at the teller with wide jade eyes. His family had the best story tellers, for that the emerald eyed boy was certain, even as he aged, when most kids would have stopped listening to the stories of their elders once they reached their teenage years, Malachi still clung onto every word, those peridot eyes still as wide as if he were hearing a story for the first time rather than the hundredth or two hundredth time.

Malachi keeps the friendly smile on his face as he looks to the woman, the jacket fitting comfortably on his young, fit body, green eyes finding her own, the copper haired boy content to see a smile on the young woman's face, but then the russet haired college student feels his own smile falter for a moment as her brow furrows and she looks to him with curiosity shining in her gaze. He shifts slightly uncomfortable, only to grow even more so as her question reaches his ears. "What?" Malachi asks in surprise, that was certainly not the answer the russet haired human was looking for. This was especially surprising for the boy with hair like burnished copper, for he would certainly never walk around without clothes on. Even at home he hardly seemed to walk about without both a shirt and a pair of pants to cover his body. The only time his skin ever being exposed in public would be when he was swimming at the beach.

His hand reaches up and nervously runs through his russet locks. Brushing against that chestnut hair as he lets the shock of her question run over him before Malachi remembers his manners. Those green eyes look to her, though now there is a hint of shyness within them.. "Yes, I usually wear clothes," he says, green eyes look to her own outfit. She was wearing clothes, thank goodness, Malachi had never seen a woman in anything less than a bikini and even then he had made sure those emerald eyes always remained at the level of the woman's eyes as to retain her modesty. He runs a hand through that russet red hair nervously, blinking those green eyes and trying to remain polite despite the strange and unexpected question. "I just um," he stutters, green hued eyes blinking once more, trying to regain his thoughts before a crooked, shy grin comes to his face, those peridot eyes crinkling slightly in response to the grin. 'Smiling with your eyes,' as his mother would often call such a thing. The chestnut haired boy holds his arms out slightly while wearing the jacket. "I just wanted a second opinion on this jacket, you know, if it looked alright," emerald eyes peer out from underneath his lashes towards the woman. Though, still within those green eyes is the hint of such a shy, sweet boy.