I Need A Gun to Keep Myself From Harm

He gave a wide yawn and sneezed.“Nothing.” He grumbled, almost as if he were admitting to a crime. Tyranis had always been a very serious boy after Bass disappeared. Rather than being the product of abuse, Ty’s serious nature was the product of apathy. No one but Bass seemed to care for him outside of his family, and although he tried to convince himself that Bass had been a fool and weak he missed the old wolf terribly and days of melancholy seemed to become more and more frequent.

“How about you?” He asked, pushing the half eaten snake aside now that she had arrived. He wasn’t sure if she knew it but she was a person of great interest to the young male, so much so that he was comfortable enough to speak without embellishing his wide vocabulary or with excessively meticulous grammar. He didn’t feel like he needed to impress her, mostly because he was already so impressed by her.

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