what kind of man loves like this?

*Kyarst* · 02-23-2015, 12:13 PM

The part of him that knew he was in the wrong was growing stronger by the minute, emphasized by the growing pain in his neck. Perhaps this hadn't been the smartest move after all. The spitfire of a girl had sure packed a whollup. A sigh drifted from his lips as he felt the sting of each of her words, as if they were darts and he was the target. “We won't get kicked out,” he argued, though there was a dullness and lack of strength to his argument. He knew he was on the losing end of this battle. “We just messed around, that's it. I ended it before it became anything more.” Yes, he had ended it, and boy - had that been hard. He was used to her reacting like this, though it still hurt to feel her anger be directed at him. He received a bit of a reprieve as she commented about cleaning him up, and he would nod in agreement. “Okay,” he obliged, knowing if he had half a lick of sense he wouldn't argue with her about keeping his wound clean. There came another sigh as he allowed his body to slide into the lake, the water stinging for a moment before ebbing away his pain. The dried blood on his fur pooled around him before dissolving into the water, leaving him clean - albeit mildly injured. He swam in a tight circle and dipped the entirety of his frame underneath the water before retracting from the lake's depths and returning to where she waited. “Your patient is clean now,” he jested, though it was obvious he didn't put much effort into it for fear of being shot down regardless of it's cleverness. He rocked onto his haunches and subsequently onto his stomach, head falling upon his outstretched front paws.

“speak,”

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what kind of man loves like this?

Kyarst