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Askan

Somnium

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Samhain 2022The Ooze ParticipantGold Medal 2020
06-03-2020, 02:43 PM (This post was last modified: 06-03-2020, 02:45 PM by Askan.)

Askan snorted at her apology, it didn't sound very genuine but it was likely the best he was going to get from her. And on that note he wouldn't have said it was painful. Grating seemed like far better fit but as tempting as it was he wasn't going to get pedantic over her choice of vocabulary. As long as she wasn't calling him Cold Feet he considered it a victory, or as close as he could get to one anyway. He let her continue on, only half listening as his ears flicked this way and that. Even he was starting to wonder why he hadn't told her to bugger off; or better yet continued on his not so merry way now that he'd crossed the damned river. Maybe- though he'd vehemently deny it till his last breath- he'd gotten a little lonely too.

Was she deserving of all of his venom and burning glares? It wasn't a difficult question to answer.

"I'd say you were, yeah." And then he grimaced, his nose wrinkling at the notion of actually being close, it made him feel icky, like the thought of snuggling up with a skunk. " Ugh you wish."

At least she had some degree of self awareness though, that she knew that pestering him like this was a pretty shitty thing to do. It didn't make him like her anymore but it was somewhat reassuring to know that she knew what she was doing, that she wasn't acting from a place of ignorance. Actually, on second thought that was worse. She knew she was being a hag and kept on doing it, just because she could from the look of it. She stepped closer then, meeting him on solid ground and Askan shot her a quizzical, but typically pissy look. He'd tolerate her as long as she didn't get too close.

He'd anticipated more veiled insults and sarcasm but none came. Instead, the closer she stood to him the nicer she seemed to be? Or at least at first glance it appeared as though she was trying to be nice; all smiley and charming, signals that went completely over Askan's head. She was talking a lot and Askan decided bitchiness aside he didn't know what to make of her either. Wolves were confusing either way but this one was definitely a conundrum. She continued on and mentioned males and ah... Confusion dawned on his features as his brows smushed together. He had no idea what she was talking about.

" Okay??? What are you getting at?"

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