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Default   #112   sylvanSpider sylvanSpider is offline
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Ash leaned back, a smile on her face that seemed to speak to the fact that she knew she said the right thing. “So, what say you, Hal? Can I have you?” She raised her eyebrows at him, that wry grin staying in its place. She'd never been with a werewolf before. But then, she'd hoped he'd be in his human form if ever anything did take place.

“LeatherWorx?” Audrey asked Nora, tilting her head, “Isn't that the place that--”

“Yes,” Ash finished for her, winking and getting a certain sense of satisfaction at seeing the girl shudder. After all, the leashes were already mentioned. It would be simple enough for a clever girl like herself to figure out Ash leaned over Audrey's lap to get a good look at the phone, “He does kind of look like him though, doesn't he? Down to the same general outfit and everything.”

Audrey gulped, “It's...it's difficult to say. Unless he's actually attacked you or you detected silver in dangerous amounts on his person, it would be impossible to say.” Audrey fiddled with her hands, squirming a bit in her seat wondering if she was really going to be pulled into another pack. This pack, however, seemed a bit more relaxed, and could possibly, possibly be one that she actually held sway in. Of course, all of this was contingent on whether Hal would realize his true potential for being an alpha or not. “I don't have as much answers as I'd like, unfortunately. But if you've been seeing him for a long while, there's a chance he's been monitoring you, aware of your condition, but also aware of the fact that you don't mean to pose a threat to others. I could...I could go for some breakfast,” The last sentence was sort of tacked on, but she was being bombarded with questions and needed to answer all of them.

Ash got to her feet and stretched, “Alright, Audrey's in, what about you, Hal? Am I making breakfast for four?”
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
Old Posted 04-02-2018, 06:02 PM Reply With Quote