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She invited him in as much as she invited herself to him. She gave a quick name, nota full one and he wondered if it was likely some nickname she often gave to strangers. Something told the massive brute she didn’t give out anything unless it was worked or paid for. This encounter included. She gave him a tease, a taste, a small sample to sink in her hooks. He drew in the scent of her and closed his eyes as she let him nuzzle against her before pulling away to face him. Nothing in life was free, even if they both wanted what they were skirting around.

Fel wasn’t easy, and Noir could appreciate that in her. As she drew in close, and teased him with the proximity of her lips, Noir breathed in her words and stood stoically for her. The Destruction wasn’t one to take orders, but he’d let her tell him what to do now. He’d show her and then somehow, how inferior Theory really was. She’d gotten a one off, and Noir would be the one to claim the real victory. He had Fel all on his own today.

A dark grin spread over his features and he lowered his head as she pulled out of reach. ”If that’s what you really want.” He returned darkly as his blue and lavender gaze narrowed. Without hesitation he aimed to rush forward, careless to who won their moonlit fight. Equally as careless to the falling stars that seemed to surround them, all he cared about in that moment was the end goal. He wanted Fel by any means necessary. He aimed to wrap his giant arms around her shoulders while he lunged for her scruff with his huge jaws.