@_Mafia_Rose_ She’s always welcomed to pet~
He’ll let her next time he shifts.
His wolf is preening at the compliments
He scoffs. Rolling his eyes.
He should bite her for that~
After him,
Wolves /better/ be her favorites.
—Can he ask.
Should he ask.
His eyes shift to worry.
Will she always come back?
That’s important.
She seems confident she will.
All he can and will do is trust her.
That’s real?
It sounds made up.
If it were anyone else,
he would think it would be bullshit.
The Boss doesn’t joke.
“Clear.”
Frowning at him having to do that.
He would rather not lock her up in the first place.
“I’ll be on the lookout.”
He’ll keep an eye on her.
“Boss.”—
Her eyes narrow,
And her jaw stiffens.
“The little shit…”
Of course.
“Multiple personality disorder.”
Using an outdated term because it’s what he’ll understand.
“/I/ run the show, however. If you ever sense anything off with me… lock me up until I come back, is that++
He frowns at that.
“She got lucky.”
She won’t be lucky again.
Anything more…
“I had to dispose of some flowers.”
Stop before the Boss sabbatical hit the streets.
He scents the air,
Then looks around them.
Making sure they’re alone.
His paranoia at work.
“Boss, I called-
“A witch, you say…”
Well,
Gods exist,
So why not witches?
“Huh… seems she got you good… tsk, tsk.”
It’s not every day her second gets hurt~
“Anything else you wish to discuss before I return to more late paperwork…”
Instantly stands at attention.
She sounds like the Boss.
She smells like the Boss.
She looks like the Boss.
So she must be the Boss.
“I ran into a witch.
She’s able to change her looks.”
Ignore his almost healed chest wound.
It’s a work in progress.
@_Mafia_Rose_ —potions go under the more harm than usual.” He’s not a fan of using potions,
But hey, could have one on hand if she has it.
“Keep a cell ready.
She can’t stay inside for too long.”
A pensive look.
“To run into her a third time.”
Now that’s fate.
“With due time.”
@_Mafia_Rose_ Come on.
Pretend he doesn’t know.
Stroke his ego.
He deserves it after all.
(His wolf, the longer he’s next to her is,
The thirst grows.)
He grunts.
“Yeah, yeah, the magic.”
Does he need to be reminded,
Next time he has to use more of an element of surprise.
“What-
@_Mafia_Rose_ —stiff…
.
.
.
Poking
Prodding
.
A grunt.
Does she need to be poking that /hard/.
“You think.
She firing off these baby spells until she hit-
@_Mafia_Rose_ —easy.
“Can’t you hurry up.
She pointed a stick at me.
This this light struck me.”
Light isn’t meant to hurt.
Bullshit if you ask him.
He actually manages to keep still when her hands touch him, don’t ask him why.
.
.
.
Whatever works
“I’ll take it.”
@_Mafia_Rose_ Great.
Make it Ominous.
Not anyone. Some find his wolf to be cool, although he prefers the screams and the scent of fear that looms when they find out what he is.
His chest rumbles from the hardship,
Difficulty of having to stay still,
And not speak.
This isn’t—
@_Mafia_Rose_ Sure~
Self proclaimed best healer around.
Guess what. He’s a fucking delight, anyone should be ecstatic to deal with his wolf.
— wolfishness sounds stupid
Is that a cracked rib.
Made sense why he’s been having issues breathing. The whole breath in and out was—
@_Mafia_Rose_ ——He unzips his jacket, showing the aftermath of what violet eyes left on him.
His chest,
His skin raised,
Agitated
A section bruised,
Refusing to heal.
@_Mafia_Rose_ He hates this shit.
Why the fuck doesn’t he know anyone else who can help with this, there’s gotta be someone but he came up with none. ZIP.
Garbled out, between growls.
His teeth snapping.
“C aN
yOu
FIx
THis.” —