I just wanna run like a child

Theory's brow creased in thought as he began to wade back towards the shore. Was he going to answer her question? His response suddenly felt very, very important. She watched him head towards the sand warily before paddling and then splashing after him. He seemed peaceable enough - and it wasn't like he held any allegiance towards Acere, anyway. Was it really so bad that she was entertaining this conversation? She found herself begrudgingly hanging on to his every word. Grumbling to herself, Theory stepped out on to the shore behind him and shook out her coat thoroughly. It stuck up at all angles, especially the short and fluffy hair on what passed for her tail.

They both have their perks. Ooh, that burned her up! What a non-answer. It sounded like something you told a pup when they asked where they came from. She suddenly felt very young and very foolish. Theory averted her gaze and continued to groom the saltwater out of her fur with single-minded focus. If she was meticulous enough, maybe she'd forget about how idiotic she felt. "So what you're saying is, there's no rules?" she said quietly. Theory had very vague, rudimentary ideas about sexuality. Kai's nonchalance was blowing away her brick-and-straw house concepts on sex and love. He really was the big bad wolf.