Ouchie

To his liking, Aresenn did as he was told. He watched with a blank expression as the pirate boy chewed up the flowers, narrowing his eyes to glare at Sephiran which solidified the fact that the herbs tasted like shit. His lips twitched into a small, sly smirk, before fading away into a stoic expression when Aresenn spit the salve onto his paw. It came out in a long string, which was disgusting. But it was better than having to chew up the plants himself. “Poison you.” He retorted, flashing him another sly smirk. Whether Aresenn believed him or not, was up to his digression. But before the boy could reject him, if Aresenn chose to believe it, Sephiran was already slapping the salve onto his wound.

And as he rubbed it onto the wound, pressing down to make blood welt to the surface to coagulate it with the mixture, he listened to the tale of the pirates. He still found it unorthodox that a woman was leading a pack, let alone pirates who raided other territories. “So, you really do take orders from a woman?” He snorted. “Do you at least get to fuck her?” It was a crude statement, but the way it rolled off his tongue made it seem so casual.

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