you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Vesper recoiled in surprise when Wilder suddenly threw himself to his paws and left the cot, storming to the cabinet and grabbing a bottle that he half threw at her. She ducked, expecting it to hit her on the head, but it landed on the bed beside her. The thing about Vesper, was that she was all growl and no bite. The moment Wilder showed his teeth, she ducked down. Expecting a hell of a lot more of a lashing than just his words.

Instead, he growled at her and stormed away. Finding another cot a little distance away and sulked in it. Vesper slunk down in her coat, ears slicked back at Wilders sudden outburst. She found herself… almost missing his closer presence. Gluten for punishment that she was. She pushed the bottle of alcohol under her pillow out of sight. Perhaps she’d see what all the fuss was about there at a later date. When she didn’t feel Wilders' angry presence just a short throw away.


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