you call and say I'm arctic

She stole glances as she spoke, and his frown showed that he was not quite as amused as she was. Always mr. propriety. Venom was searching for a theoretical work around, but she had already resigned to waiting the allotted time. They had too much work to do to be distracted by weddings or affections. That was where Deathbelle had made her mistakes and Venom vowed that she would not. Spring would come in time, and as long as they wed by Autumn’s arrival… that thought went a bit too far. Gracefully sidestepping and crossing in front of her Shogun Venom placed herself at the ocean’s edge on his other side. White gloved paws teased the surf and the cold water quelled any further dissent.

Hattori left her waiting, but as always he gave his answer as truthfully as possible. Venom met his gaze, realizing the more they spoke the more free she felt. Free to do and be what felt most natural in his presence. This was a level of relationship she had yet to attain with anyone else. Even with Sirius she felt like there was a part of her she needed to guard. Something about Hattori left her wide open. Getting to know him had been slow going, but she felt so rewarded every time he revealed more of himself to her. They were swift partners but more than that Venom would be patient with. They had too much else to keep them occupied.

”I see.” Venom returned in a similar fashion to what she came to expect from him. She’d keep the knowledge to herself for now and use it if an opportunity arose. For now the thought of how many days to spring would sit in the back of her mind.