Rune, like many others suspected or knew more than Kismet himself did about the relationship with Warja. Needless to say he hadn't exactly grown up with the greatest influences for romance and happy endings hadn't thought about love or matters of the heart at all. Warja was his friend as far as Kismet was concerned, though Rune of course wouldn't be the first to assume that stronger feelings perhaps existed. Indeed she was certainly one of the most important people in his life, the one he felt he could count on more than any other but he failed to read any more into things beyond that, hadn't considered anything even with the odd teasing comment from others.
Whilst they had got off to a rather confusing start with Warja's games of make believe bemusing the serious boy, they had quickly become firm friends. The same however couldn't be said for Rune, Kismet simply couldn't read the man properly though he had an inkling of a feeling that the man wasn't particularly keen on him. What he had done to bring on this or how he could change the man's mind he wasn't entirely certain though he still felt a little uneasy every time he was in the presence of the other, almost scared that he would be in trouble somehow or another. No one ever had actually caused him to feel quite so small and child like before the feeling was new and not one Kismet could say he liked, even in such mild doses as he really had.
Uh oh.
The single thought would run through his head now as Rune called specifically for him. That hadn't ever happened before and in fact he hadn't been alone with the man since his awkward request to join Secretua. Had that come to an end, was Rune finding some way to send him on his way? He certainly didn't think there would be any good news coming from this meeting anyway, he hadn't exactly done anything within the pack to stand out and receive praise or anything like that. Of course he hadn't really done anything to receive a punishment either though the negative thoughts would still reach him when it concerned Rune it seemed.
So not to keep the man waiting and give him any reason to be annoyed, Kismet would move swiftly until he at last found himself before the other and came to a stop a respectable distance away. He wanted to ask why he'd been called here, and before it occured to him that such a question might be rude, his mouth had already opened. "You called me?" He still found it difficult to believe that it had really been the case, perhaps the question would simply been seen as seeking reassurance that this really was the case and he wasn't interrupting anything now.
