I've got time to kill
Lorikeet
01-08-2021, 02:04 AM
He was a one-track mind kind of man. She had known a few of those in her life, but normally the one track part was getting into her furs, and not finding himself a meal. Alas, to be unappreciated. Was that what good old regular folk felt every day? Pity for those poor sods.
Her dark blue/black tail swished gently behind her a few times, finding the prickly porcupine before her a great source of amusement. The only thing that would make this meeting better, would be a few flashes of admiration in those blazing green eyes of his.
She leaned closer towards him, the taller wolf picking up a paw, extending one of her unusual feline-like talons and using it to gently tap it against his skull.
“Doesn't sound like you're a few knuckles short of a set, but who am I to judge?”
she grinned at him, a wicked sort of smile that promised mischief. “Ahh, love. I can think of a few. But, alas, I can see you wouldn’t appreciate them as much as I would.”
she scrutinised him carefully. There was only one single possibility to explain why he wasn’t throwing himself at her feet in fawning adoration. He was gay. He had to be. What a waste, it always made her sad to find a wolf that only played for one team. No sense of adventure. On the bright side, it made pulling his tail a little easier. “However, I do know wherein lies the deer. I can impart to you the information… but there's a cost.”
"Speech"
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