Not As Think As You Drunk I Am, Bro!

*Naiche* · 09-28-2020, 02:38 AM

“If I thought you liked me calling you princess I would have stopped Asla.” The amused retort was given.

“Yes, I know,” came an annoyed response at the subject of sister, “trust me, I’ve already imagined the trouble labeling you like a sister could get me into. I had an older sister as well as one my age. They were both complete pains.” The unspoken part there was that they had still been his sisters and family.

Naiche snorted at the notion of missing her, “like I’d miss..” What could he miss less than Asla anyway? “..a pawful of thorns.” It was hard to give it as sharp of an edge with all the other talk. The kiss was enough to turn his head, and with her being right there it was quite the close eye to eye. It definitely didn’t have the teasing taunting edge to it she’d used at the end of their spar.

Naiche turned his head back away and continued walking. There was only so far he’d go with being all soft and nice. So he didn’t comment on his annoying fake-sister kissing him. That was the alcohol clearly.

Naiche stopped his pace, looking at the lump that was Asla on the ground. Naiche also had to grit his jaw as Pan accidentally had to trip on a bit when the foundation for his legs suddenly was gone. Thankfully the pangolin realized in time before doing damage and let go, using his tail to help right himself.

Naiche didn’t respond to Asla saying she could make it home now, just instead standing still and watching her. Yah, sure she could. “Unless you changed dens, you might want to change course a bit. If you can’t see well use your nose.” He didn’t offer to help guide her, after all she wanted to d it herself right?

And there she went down into a sitting position. Naiche didn’t move forward, but he didn’t walk off either. The gold wolf instead just sat down, looking up at the sky thinking it was going to take forever before he got back to his den.

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