My Automatic Action

”I’m sure.” He offered with raised brows as she called the man a jerk and seemed to move on without a care. Noir was perplexed. How old was this she wolf? Every moment he spent with her she seemed to regress in age. Like a pup in a woman's body. She kind of unnerved him, but Noir wouldn’t allow his uncertainties to show. He watched her but Noir debated about not answering her useless questions. The young man suppressed the urge to sigh, if anything this woman was only encouraging his frustration with the world. His patience was not so thick.

”Fun has never been my first priority,” He commented in deep tones as the sigh finally left his lips and the blue marked man turned to leave her where she was. Maybe something interesting would happen if he made a move. Perhaps she’d follow, he hadn’t really given her a real end to their conversation.