damn right
03-14-2015, 10:51 PM
Again, the response he got was not one he'd expected. This was getting far too serious for his liking. Why couldn't this have been a booty call? That would have been so much easier. He didn't want to have this conversation with her; he was rather content with the bubble of ignorance he'd wove around himself and here she was tearing it apart and forcing him to acknowledge it all. In response to her words the brute sighed and shook his head in exasperation. “Neither do I,” he admitted ruefully. Although he wasn't willing to say it out loud, Valentine doubted it was a place they could get to again. He suspected they had gotten where they were thanks (in part, anyway) to the three most amazing children Alacritia had ever seen. Valen also suspected that they were the sole reason he'd handled the kidnapping of Rhythm the way he had. This conversation, as short as it was at this point, was unbelievably tiring. He honestly felt aged, almost as if the act of conversing had sucked years out of him. “You did cross a line,” he confirmed, “And you put me in an awful position. But,” And this was where it got truly confusing, “No one has ever gone out of their way to get me what I want.” He could count the number of wolves who truly meant something to him on one paw. The list for those who he thought felt the same for him was even shorter. That Cascade had tried to give him what he wanted baffled him. His confusion only grew from there. Her comment about caring was a terrifying one and he had no idea how to handle it. “Then,” he said slowly, “I'm flattered that I'm an exception.” “” |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.