Kismet certainly didn't think for a moment that he was on Rune's good list. It was a shame though he knew full well that he had brought this fate upon himself. Of course, blindly the boy didn't realise the full extent that he had wound Rune up, not understanding that his friendship with Warja was another problem in the man's eyes. He was equally oblivious to the fact that other's viewed it as more than a friendship, nor had he realised that they could very well be closer to the truth than Kismet himself was.
There was of course no warm greeting from Rune when the grey marked male finally appeared before him. Guilt of course would seep through him at that realisation, it'd take an awful lot he was sure to get any sort of nice reaction from the man. It could have been easier though Kismet had ruined any chances of that, he'd have to work hard now if Rune gave him the chance, allowed him to stay on the pack side of the border.
Before he had a chance to point out that was what he wanted, Rune would begin to speak once more, guessing that there was something important upon his mind and prompting him to speak at last. At his height it wasn't easy to stand lower than Rune of course, though his stance was by no means dominant or carried with pride as he stood there before the Guardian now. Truth be told he felt rather like a child again, and he hadn't felt so helpless since his imprisonment within Glaciem.
"I wish to join your pack, sir." He certainly wasn't rude in his speaking, though it occurred to him now he hadn't actually spoken to Rune before. Though he'd never used it before, the formal title seemed right. It wasn't a mockery at all, Kismet was completely sincere and certainly trying his hardest now not to make Rune hate him any more.
