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| Kristian Vulpae | Jun 16 2009, 07:19 PM Post #26 |
 
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"Life and death." Kit spewed the words long before she knew what she was saying. To her, death meant something different than it did to Liron. The end of her life was perhaps inevitable, but the end of her concious existance was up to her to decide. If she died now, that was it- that was everything. But in just a couple years, the end of her life would not mean a thing. The trait of the kitsune race was that they were there truest in death; their very essance was as a fox's spirit. From the day she died, passing on became an option. Shoving the ill-thought words aside, Kit cast Liron a fanged grin. She shook her head fiercely, crossing her small arms stubbornly before her. Clucking her tongue to the top of her mouth, she mockingly tsked him as though she were scolding a child- the sheer opposite of what the situation really reflected. He was pathetic, this one. It was a good thing he was willing to learn. "Ye of yet so little faith... you disappoint me, Lirie. D'ya really think I could be wrong? I give admiration where admiration be due, trust me." A short hand raised then to point a finger at his face, a smirk spreading across her none-too-innocent face. "Y'see there? That's the look of a handsome face. You're fair, and fine, and painted in by expert hands. It's what I'd call a masterwork, and you take it for granted. That's why I set about mimicking you... y'ought to take some pride in that appearance. It deserves the eye." His remark on her behavior caused her to narrow her own eyes, but the grin only grew on her face. It was fun to see him teasing, even if the victim was in fact her. "I behave well enough, thank ye much." She giggled a bit as he grabbed around her middle and lifted her into the chair. It was rather fun to be lifted- she liked being treated as a child. That was part of the reason she did not want to leave child form; it was better than just being female, she could be young and childish as well. There was a certain freedom in being young, and Kit was absolutely the sort of fox to exploit it. "Is from your name of course, you dummy. Lir-on. Unless I'm optin' to call that wrong? Whatever... beer now? Thirsty enough for the whole bottle, I'd bet. But for decency's sake, I s'pose I could settle for a pint instead." It was ridiculous that she be concerned for that small decency, when she was currently a small child requesting a tall glass of beer. If there was one thing Kit neglected to consider, it was some relation of reality. Normality was a notion that existed somewhere beneath her, trampled beneath her flights of whimsy. One could very well say that Kit was ignorant, and she would waste no time in admitting it. But if there was one thing she was not, it was permanently dettached. |
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| Liron | Jun 21 2009, 06:36 PM Post #27 |
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lol pacifists.
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Liron rolled his eyes at Kit’s drivel concerning his fine features, an action he never would have considered doing less than two days earlier. Funny how such a short amount of time with Kit had wrought such a transformation within him. Any longer and he’d be snorting in ridicule. The change was small, probably something virtually unnoticeable to an outsider, but for him, who’d spent the better half of his life as nothing more than a poised, well-mannered man without much of a sense of humor, the change was huge. Oh, he’d never reach Kit’s level of blithe carelessness but being able to laugh and joke and tease was enough for him. At least this way, no one would start yawning after being trapped into a conversation with him. Kit wasn’t yawning, though, merely grinning at him, so he took that as a good sign. “Well, yes, I think I am smart enough to figure that one out, that it was taken from my name. I didn’t think I needed a nickname, however, seeing as how my name is all of five letters long and comprised of two syllables. If you’re finding it difficult though, you are welcome to address me by my middle name, which is the same length as yours.” He paused here and his brows drew together faintly. “Still two syllables long though. Hmm. Maybe not, then.” Not to mention the fact that it was traditionally used as a girl’s name, and wouldn’t that just be embarrassing. Stuff him in a dress, call him by his middle name, and no one would doubt him for a woman. Still, he supposed it could be worse. He could have been named after a flower after all. The bartender ambled towards them then, one hand holding a rather filthy rag, and inquired about their orders. Liron gave it quickly – one pint of beer and one mug of mead – and the man nodded before ambling towards the shelves of liquor. The Fae wasn’t much of a drinker, though this had been more of a personal choice than any particular defect of nature. The taste of beer – not to mention most other varieties of alcohol – had never much appealed to him, and in any case, he didn’t think he could hold much alcohol in him. If he accidentally went past his limit, who knew what outrageous acts he’d be doing. He stole a quick glance at the girl-child perched next to him, happy grin plastered on her face (no doubt at the impending arrival of her beer). She’d probably encourage him to go crazy, and then laugh her head off at his antics. “What about Kit? Your name, that is,” he clarified, after realizing that his words were about as clear as the sky on a cloudy day. “Is that your actual name, or just a nickname you go by?” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jun 23 2009, 08:57 AM Post #28 |
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The fox was absolutely giddy as Liron ordered their drinks. She was nearly tempted to re-release her beloved tail to allow it some much deserved wagging, but managed to keep it hidden with her feeble power of restraint. The prospect of beer did indeed enthuse her, to the point that it seemed that she really did not need it, on account that her insanity was already at so high a level, anything further to put it off would be like setting off explosives in a little box. At her current state, she was already distracted. "Mmm?" She hummed, only barely dragging herself away from her fixated stare as the bartender fetched their drinks to glance back to Liron. Her legs swung and kicked before her in lively childish fashion; if only she would release her tail, there was no doubt that it would be waving a mile a minute. Kit only made it enough in the present to consider his question, before giving an excited yip as the bartender arrived with their drinks. She wasted no time in grabbing at hers, practically dunking her face into it once it was near enough. "Mm!" Resurfacing for air again shortly afterward, Kit wriggled about in a delightful giggle, before lifting the mug again to her lips to draw in another mouthful of beer. She gulped it down fast and set the cup back down before her. "Ahh... so good." Completely ignoring the bartender, whatever his reaction might have been, and anyone else around her whom may have also had a differing opinion as to whether the child at the bar should be gulping down the drink before her, Kit turned her attention back to Liron with a bold grin. For the moment, she seemed positively lively, but as the affects settled in, the fox began to contrastingly mellow, still with a beaming smile plastered on her face. The excitement wearing away from her, she reached a delicate hand to tug gently at Liron's sleeve, nodding in appeciation. "Is good." With a sigh, the fox slouched forward, taking another gulp of beer before sitting contentedly with her elbow rested against the counter, her cheek rested against the palm of her hand. Her eyes remained closed for a moment, before opening again to peer back in Liron's direction, her head tilted to the side. Compared to her usual self, and her self from just seconds earlier, Kit was relatively calm. "Sooo... m'name, huh? Kit's short fer Kristian. But'cha know? That inn't really what you asked, is it?" She sat upright then, hands grasped firmly upon her mug as well as eyes fixed on it, as though afraid someone might take it from her- and given the circumstances, anyone might have. Yet her attention was firmly on Liron and the subject of her name. "Liron... yeah. It's not a long name at all. Try being an Oiezura-sama. Where I'm from, y'call people by their last name, typically, unless they're family or a friend." Her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug as she finally tore her eyes away from her drink to smile up at him. "Yer a friend, so if y'really wanna... y'can call me Kyou. I only changed m'name to fit in." |
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| Liron | Jun 28 2009, 11:57 AM Post #29 |
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lol pacifists.
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Liron couldn’t stop the chuckle of amusement that emerged from lips after watching Kit down her drink with an enthusiasm usually displayed by starving people eating their first meal in days. He’d taken a healthy swig from his own mug – the cold drink was doing wonders at keeping the heat outside at bay – but he would have bet large sums of money that Kit would be finished with her drink before he’d even downed a quarter of his. She was practically bouncing in her seat, so excited was she by her drink. The Fae didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone so eager for a drink before. “That good, huh?” Though he hadn’t looked around him yet, he was quite positive that there was more than one set of eyes watching them – watching Kit down her drink, to be more precise. How often was it that one saw a small girl-child guzzling a tankard of beer like it was water? It was probably something they disapproved of greatly, and, glancing at the bartender, Liron could see his displeasure at serving a minor. But for once, he couldn’t bring himself to care that his actions were not the wisest. He was sick of doing what was right, what was proper. Tomorrow he might get accosted by some person intent on delivering a lecture about all his sins, but today, today he would drink and enjoy himself with a fox who knew how to have fun. A fox who apparently had a rather complex name. “Oiezura…Kyou.” Liron tested the name, rolling around the foreign syllables until he was somewhat comfortable with them. “So let me see if I understand this correctly. Oiezura is your surname and Kyou your given name, but people generally refer to you as Oiezura-sama? That’s rather…different. But not bad.” He fell silent for a bit. Kit had said he was welcome to call her by her real name, Kyou, which he couldn’t help but feel was extremely kind of her. He felt honored that she would give him this little insight into her world and her past, a past she never seemed too keen to bring up. And he couldn’t fault her for that, since he did much the same thing with his own life. Bringing the mug to his lips, Liron took a contemplative swallowing before facing Kit and favoring her with a grin. “That’s alright. Kit works fine with me. I met you as Kit and I fear that’s how I shall always remember you. I think it suits you better.” Another sip from his drink, and then, “Why’d you change your name? I know you said it was to fit it, but did you really stick out all that much?” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jul 23 2009, 09:26 AM Post #30 |
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"Mhm, Oiezura-sama. Oiezura Kyou. Sama's a prefix o' sorts denotin' respect. 'cause even to the people that're hatin' us fox, they gotta respect us or we earns the right t'not respect them. And no person's wantin' that. Not from a kitsune." She lifted her mug again, gulping down more of it to an appalled tavern's dismay. It took only a few more mouthfuls to finish off her drink before she was waving it at the bartender with a pout, demanding that more be brought to her. "Hey! Heeeey! More! S'all gone!" The man was reluctant to bestow any more drink upon the child, and so held his ground. "I think you'd had enough there, little miss. These drinks aren't for children." Kit naturally could not be appeased by such ignorant words. Threads of flame darted along her fingertips threateningly, growing into ribbons and then streams, before her entire hand was engulfed in an angry fire, which she then hovered over the counter's vulnerable wood. "I said more, old man! Now gimme my drink, or I'll set'cher bar on fire." At this point, the bartender was stunned, watching the demanding, fire-wielding child with marginally wider eyes. He was not certain what to do, but could not risk the establishment catching aflame. His first reaction was to shoot a glare at Liron, and began to address him as if he had control over the situation entirely. "Sir, I have to ask that you and your daughter lea-" He was cut off by a mug flying past his head and hitting off the wall. Kit, on the verge of getting drunk, was getting childishly irate. She was glowering at the man viciously, a gleam of feral murder glinting in her golden eyes. Without a word, he went to fill her another mug, not trusting the look in the child's gaze. "Sooo..." She started again once she was certain that the bartender was fulfilling her wish. A grin returned to her lips as she turned to face Liron again. "Gonna stick with Kit huh? That's fine. Would likely confuse people if y'were t'call me Kyou, I s'pose." Her fingers drummed idly on the counter, the fire illusion gone for the time being. Both eyes drifted down to stare at the wooden counter before turning to Liron again, her shoulders rolling in a shrug. "This place is awfully diverse, so I guess my name wouldn't've stuck out that much in truth... but still... well... it's easier on people t'pronounce it... but..." She sighed, her hands falling still on the flat surface. The truth? What was the truth? Did she really just want to fit in, or to not stand out? Changing her name would not change anything; it was in her nature to be noticable. A name made little difference. "But... it is different. I know I can't much help but stand out, but I just... in some way... want to fit in with everyone else. I'm lonely, Liron... I'm lonely and I hate to be that way. I miss my family." |
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| Liron | Jul 31 2009, 12:28 PM Post #31 |
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lol pacifists.
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Even his question couldn’t quite compete with Kit’s attention for her drunk, and she’d managed to string together two whole sentences before downing her drink, or what was left of it. Then, naturally, she called out to the bartender, demanding that her mug be refilled. Liron brought his own drink up to his mouth to hide his smile. He shouldn’t have found the whole thing funny, but the sight of a small girl-child yelling at a man who had to be at least four times her age (appearance-wise, at least) was unbearably entertaining. However, the amusement lasted only another minute, at which point it passed amusing and veered into downright alarming. Flames were now hovering around Kit’s hand, and there was an anger about her that seemed completely unwarranted, considering it was all over a drink. Nervous, Liron’s eyes flickered back and forth between Kit and the bartender, wondering if he should possibly intervene, when the bartender shot an furious glance his direction and said, “Sir, I have to ask that you and your daughter lea-" He spluttered. “Daughter?! Excuse me, but-“ His protest was cut short by the sound of a shattering mug. Kit was on the verge of committing bloody murder over her drink, and if something wasn’t done soon, he might soon find himself locked up in jail. But, thankfully, the man behind the counter was wise enough to get the message that either he or his bar was going to go down in flames if he didn’t get a move on her drink, and silently went to go get her a refill. Satisfied, Kit turned back to him and continued their conversation as though she hadn’t just threatened to burn the place down around them. Liron couldn’t help but blink at her a few times, before shaking his head to clear it out. That was quite enough excitement for the afternoon. Anymore and he might just die of a heart attack. Wrapping his hands around his mug, he listened quietly as Kit confessed her troubles. They were well-founded worries, and he couldn’t blame her for having them. Everyone seemed to have them at some point, usually earlier rather than later, during that adolescent stage where all a person wanted was to be accepted. Kit might have been hundreds of years older than he was physically, but as far as maturity levels went, she was still struggling a bit. The fact that her straightforward actions sometimes resulted in people turning away from her probably didn’t help matters. As she finished, the bartender returned with her drink, setting it onto the counter with a loud thump. Liron tried to give him a grateful smile, but the bartender speared him with a hostile glance, silently accusing him of all that had happened moments ago, and the ginger-haired man shifted on his seat before turning back to Kit. “I can see how you feel that way…and I don’t blame you for feeling that way. There was a time when all I wanted was to fit in, and look where that got me. Now I’m unbearably ordinary and no one looks twice at me. Which…is good and bad.” Tilting his head, he observed Kit for a moment. With her appearance-altering powers, she wouldn’t have a problem fitting in looks-wise with the rest of the crowd, even if her usual appearance marked her as other. But it was that personality of hers that would always separate her from others, no matter what she did. “You know, Kit, you don’t have to fit in. it’s not the perfect solution to be lonely. But if you befriend someone on the basis that you’re something that you’re not, it won’t really help matters. Just be who you are. It seemed to work with me, although I did need a little convincing, true. But…I feel like you’re going to make yourself less than what you are if you try and fit in. And if you miss your family, why don’t you go visit them? Although….since I don’t know anything about your family, that might not be possible….” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Aug 14 2009, 02:17 PM Post #32 |
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As the mug hit the table, she spared the bartender no glance, immediately grabbing for it and dragging it protectively towards her chest. Both hands held it firmly, as though afraid some idiot in their wrong mind would dare try to steal her drink away. She tilted it towards her, extending her neck to meet it half way, sipping at her drink without the energy that had enthrilled her before. Gulping down a mouthful of beer, she set it flat again on its bottom and looked to Liron with a frown of dismay. "I can't say I really do wanna fit in with er'yone else... use t'be a goal a' mine to be as differ'nt as could poss'bly be. It made people smile. It made Mama smile..." She sighed and took her mug from the table again, gulping down another mouthful before setting it down again. For the moment she was an unhappy drunk, sadly reflecting on a past she missed too horribly. Memories brought a wave of nostalgic pain to Kit's spirit, turning the normally cheerful fox into a pouting drunken child. Had she been in adult form, things would have been no different. The topic of family, friends, and closeness depressed her, knowing without knowing that it was what she wanted the most. "I had t' chase y'down and cling t'you, y'know. And cry. Most people aren't prolly gonna take so kind t'that." The comment had been offhanded, her golden eyes transfixed on the glinting surface of her beer. Her voice wasn't entirely with her, as her head became absorbed in fleeting memories. Drawing her self away as one scene in particular flashed through her mind, she turned her head suddenly to Liron with perked ears- fox ears re-emerged in her absent-minded state. Her tail still had yet to show, but it was only a matter of time before it made its own reappearance. "Can't visit my family, Lirie. They're gone... all gone... dunno where they've gone 'er went. Kai n' Kin're gone... they left me. I told 'em... told 'em I wann't gonna leave. Kai said he was leavin' an' he left. Kin waited... good ol' Kin... but then after a day told me I was dumb for stayin' there, that Mama wann't gonna come back. An' he left me too." Her hands dropped away from the mug, balling up into fists at either side. She was shaking, tears escaping down her cheeks to her chin. Ever since her brothers had left her, she had felt guilty for letting them leave. Why had she been so stubborn? If only she had given in, and gone along with them, then they would still be a family together. But she had not wanted to leave... she wasn't ready. It was their home, the place they had grown up, and if their mother was to find them, it would be easiest to look there. She had been so certain of it; they had stayed there for weeks, waiting, but she never showed. Their mother was gone, and her brothers had thought it best to move on. If that meant leaving their stubborn sibling behind, then so it was. "But I didn't wanna leave... I didn't wanna give up on Mama..." |
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| Liron | Sep 26 2009, 01:51 AM Post #33 |
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lol pacifists.
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(( One month later.... >< Sorry for the randomness, I'm writing this at 3 in the morning.... )) The expressions that flickered across her face were intricate, subtle, reflecting times gone by and memories desperately clung to for fear of forgetting. Despite the appearance of youth, he knew she was old at heart, far more ancient than he could claim to be, and had undergone events he could only hope to guess at. He'd claimed she was fickle, stubborn, oblivious to the needs and wants of others. Maybe she was, but it was only because her life had made her that way. A life of solitude couldn't be easy, not after having grown up around a set of rambunctious siblings. Liron had grown up alone as well, but unlike Kit, had never been exposed to an environment filled with activity and constant badgering. Solitude had suited him rather well, and if given the choice, he probably would have preferred being alone than in a crowd. Kit had been raised differently from him, and if he hadn't been so blinded by his anger, he would have taken the time to see that. "You did have to chase me down, but it was only because I was being stubborn." A brief smile flickered across his face. "I give you full permission to do it again in the future, if need be." He didn't think it would come to that though; he'd learned his lesson. His smile faded as she kept talking, of days and characters unlikely ever to enter her life again. So she'd been deserted - no wonder his leaving had hit her so hard. Seeing one person after another walk away from her....it was a miracle she still tried to attach herself to people. He would have given up long ago had he been in her position. Still, it was unfair that she had to have gone through such a thing so many times. and he felt a sudden wash of guilt for having almost lanced old wounds. A sympathetic frown on his face, he reached out a hand to ruffle her hair, right between the two pointed hears sticking out of her head, before pulling back.. "You didn't give up on her, Kit." His voice was gentle but firm. "You did what you could, what you knew how to do, and if it wasn't enough, it wasn't your fault. You can't do everything, Kit; no one can. Sometimes we just have to accept our losses and move on, difficult though it might seem." It was something he'd had to learn, for sure. One of many life skills. Liron still dealt with it, every day, but it was a little bit easier, a little less painful. Hopefully it would be for Kit, as well. "And you never know. Maybe you will see them....one day, when you least expect it. Life just works in funny ways like that." |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Nov 1 2009, 08:51 PM Post #34 |
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She blinked and glanced up as she felt the hand on her head, fingers ruffling around in her hair before pulling away. It felt oddly comforting... like a familiar touch that had been long forgotten; a memory re-awakened for the first time in many years. Her brothers had reassured her in just that way, as older brothers did. They may have been only minutes apart, but the fact that she was youngest was still quite clear while growing up. She had been the baby, a fact that often frustrated her, but had also aided her in ways. When she had needed a shoulder to lean on, there had always been one there for her. If trouble ever struck, there was always someone helping her out of it. Their presence was also her downfall; her brothers had been a crutch, keeping her from standing fully on her own, and without them she was floundering. She had never truly learned how to be independent, because someone had always been there to rely on when times did not look so bright. After many years of floundering, lost and freefalling all alone, Kit felt as though a shoulder had been offered; a support helping her to stand. The feeling was ironic, as in the same instance she felt she was regaining ground she had also gone to meet it, having leaned too far over in her seat. In a sudden loss of balance, the little vixen dropped out of her chair and onto the floor, staring up at Liron in a startled daze. Her hands held out uselessly before her, making a very late grab for the long-departed counter, and her tail lay out flat beneath her with each hair standing upright in alarm. It had come suddenly, but she was over it just as quick. "Liron? The floor jus' hit me." Her voice was little more than a soft whine, a mild matter-of-fact complaint. She really didn't care about it. Not just then. Instead, she flailed her arms at the counter, as though she could ever hope to reach it from where she lay. Accepting the attempt as futile, her arms curled back in against her chest and she gazed up at him with innocent golden eyes. "Do... d'you really think they'll come back?" Kit shook her head slowly, closing her eyes. She didn't want him to answer it; didn't want a promise that might never come true. Hope was enough for her to bare without bringing herself to truly believing it. Disappointment was something she just didn't have the heart to take... not after this long. "Could you pet me again? I'd like that." |
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| Liron | Nov 17 2009, 12:24 AM Post #35 |
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lol pacifists.
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Liron couldn't help but laugh at the scene before his eyes: a little fox-girl sprawled out on the floor, with gentle alcoholic fumes wafting from her body. And for once, he wasn't of a mind to scold her for drinking too much, as was his usual wont. He couldn't bring himself to do it, not after hearing about everything she'd been through. It would seem like too much of a rejection, and she didn't need to be subject to that anymore. In any case, he was starting to realize, with Kit's help of course, that there was no need to be so uptight and so rigidly rule-adhering like he'd been before. People made mistakes. Not because they didn't follow the rules of nature and morality, but simply because they were mortal, and it was in the very essence of mortality that errors came into existence. Even the gods themselves were subject to this same fault. It was best to just let them slide, and move on. There lay no harm in preserving the past and giving it its due, but too much attachment could be a dangerous thing, at least for him. Finishing the rest of his drink - not that difficult of a task, considering how he'd been unconsciously sipping at it while they'd been chatting - he slid his mug back to the barkeeper before hopping off his bench to stand next to Kit's floor-prone form. The straightening of his form didn't last very long, for soon he was crouched next to her. What an odd picture they made, but at the moment, he didn't particularly care. His laughter had faded away to an affectionate grin, and at her request, he reached out and stroked her head between the ears once more. It wasn't a bad feeling actually, and apart from the fact that he was petting a girl-shaped figure whom the patrons all probably thought was his daughter, it felt perfectly natural. "Of course. But you know what I'd like? I'd like it if you would go take a nap and sleep off all that alcohol affecting your senses. Not that it's not entertaining having you around, but a person can only handle so much excitement in a day, and you seem to have a knack for causing such entertainment." Considering Kit's shapeshifting skills, the alcohol she'd imbibed probably wasn't enough to make her anything more than tipsy, but he hadn't been lying when he'd said he'd had enough excitement. Now that he'd met her, he was almost positive he'd be dragged into more 'entertainment' sooner rather than later, and it was his goal to conserve as much energy as possible before that happened. |
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