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The she-wolf retorted and Rune couldn’t be too sure if she was sincere or if her words were on a level of sarcasm he couldn’t detect, which really would just be level one sarcasm since he has a hard time detecting it to begin with. Either way, he turned his head off to the side with his green eyes still narrowed skeptically at her. Quietly, he spoke. “My ass isn’t huge, it’s perfect…” It may have been too quiet for the girl to hear, but he was partially offended by that statement.
The argument-turned-lustful-encounter for the female was quite surprising to the large male. Surprising, but not surprising. Not surprising, because he’s experienced many females who have gone along with his flirtings just to make a fool out of him. Surprising, because this one actually seemed to be serious. And frankly, it was too much for him to handle. His heart belonged to another wolf, even if he didn’t realize it because his cold heart was three sizes too small.
Speaking of cold….
Rune wasn’t sure what the birdie meant by the snow told her how cool he looked. Was that supposed to be punny? Or was she crazy and talked to inanimate objects and phenomenons in nature? The painted male cocked his head in confusion to her words and let the awkward tension hang between them for a moment; mostly he wanted to make sure she realized it was her who created the awkwardness of the situation. He wasn’t going to take the bait in the form of her sweet-talking ways.
“If yer gonna try ta pout, at least look cute while ya do it…” He muttered, indifferent to whether or not she was actually upset. “And if yer gonna be hangin’ around me for a wee bit, then at least tell me yer name, I guess…” To the untrained ear, this simply sounds like Rune was trying to submerge the conversation into a deeper level for the sake of formalities. However, those who actually knew Rune would know it was his way of trying to compromise. “I’d also ‘preciate it if you could tone down yer loins’ desires. I know I’m a wanted man; that means I gotta protect me body.”
His mind was still on Nyx, though. She made him feel pathetic, like there was a vice grip on his balls, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t even recognize the feeling and, therefore, wouldn’t be able to express it outwardly if given the chance. At least, not coherently. Being here with this female and having her all up in his grill, Rune couldn’t help but feel weirdly guilty. He’d never come to this point in his life prior to now and he couldn’t push himself to be the Rune he’d always been - the overly flirtatious wolf with no respect for boundaries.
Realizing he was losing himself, he blinked mindlessly at the female in front of him, obvious there were suddenly no thoughts occupying his head for a second. Naturally his first response to bouncing back into reality was criticizing whoever was around him. “Do you talk ta random shit normally, by the way? It’s a wee bit strange…” He quirked a brow at her. He wanted answers.
Then his gaze shifted to the other female straggling aimlessly behind them, not seeming to realize they had frolicked about near her, yelled some, and then ran off further. He glanced back to the lusty one. “And who’s that bitch? She blind er somethin’?” He motioned his snout to her briefly, but his gaze got tangled on her image in the background. The expression on the chocolate male’s face turned quizzical. “She’s kinda cute.” Rune has no shame.
Oct 10, 2015 11:35 PM — Post #13
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