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{ ☆ } Eyes widen with surprise when a hand is held out towards him, fur bristling despite anyone with eyes being able to see that it is merely a gesture of good-will and not a threat. Still, one could hardly blame the far smaller canine’s hackles from instinctively raising, body tense and eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze flickers from Cin’s hand to his dopey smile. Nose gives a few contemplative sniffs of the air as he mulls it over, trying to figure out the pros and cons of accepting the friendly shake, figure out which one would work best for his impression… God, this guy’s paws are HUGE. He can only imagine how dwarfed his own would seem in comparsion.
And yet, a paw hesitantly raises to reach out towards the offered shake, movements wary as if still uncertain of his choice… but when it’s a breath away from making contact, it suddenly jolts back— fur fluffing from the startle and an annoyed growl escaping his throat —when that dumb cheerleader interjects herself into the conversation, Rusty having briefly forgotten that they were even THERE. Ironically enough. Brows knitted and glare tangible, nose scrunches with distaste at her pathetic swooning, Rusty able to catch sight of that shit a mile away. Again, ironically enough.
Still, the interruption allows him to ponder Cin’s words. He already knows that there’s NO chance of him offering any tips to the competition, and he’s scarcely on friendly terms with the rest of the team. Due to his stubborn refusal to follow along with what is wanted more often than not, as well as his brash behavior and constant challenging of authority. Both on and off od the field… Not that it MATTERS. They’re all a bunch of posers, anyway. Like he’d ever want to be considered part of a ‘team’ with people as lame as they are. He doesn’t need a pack.
He doesn’t need anyone watching his back… He does well enough on his own.
Arms crossing, all chance of a handshake shoved aside, he offers an blatant ‘humph’ of disapproval when she latches herself onto the other’s arm, a brow quirking slightly as he openly-judges the fawning. Not that anyone likely cares about if he’s figuratively looking down on them. But, whatever… The airhead likely doesn’t even notice anyway. She’s too busy drooling over some smiley sucker. Pathetic. Ears perk up at the mention of a sister, Rusty briefly wondering if she’s just as hopeless as this guy seems to be. From what he can gather, he seems to have a pleasant relationship with her. Wonder what THAT must be like.
Lip curls with irritation at the sight of a paper being stuck onto Cin’s palm, for reasons he chooses to view as disgust, fur bristled and ears laying back in a subconscious show of unease rather than raised forward like his demeanor would suggest it should be… tail dangerously close to tucking between his legs. But with a shake of his head, ears flopping and a huff of air from his snout, he just scoffs and rolls his eyes at the other’s statement about ‘friendliness’. ❝ Pfffff… Please. There’s ‘friendly’ and then there’s just plain pathetic. ❞
❝ Those girls were only flocking around you because they wanna get in your pants... THAT bitch especially. ❞ He adds with a jut of his thumb in the direction of the retreating girl, sparing a quick glare in her direction, ❝ Trust me. She’s worked her way through practically every guy on the football team, and looks like you’re the next schmuck on her list. Tch- Guess she figured she’d get a head start and try to nab you before you’ve even got a jacket. ❞ Whether or not this is actually true or just hearsay is difficult to be certain about, but from what Rusty has seen... he doesn’t mind helping those rumors spread along.
Maybe if she didn’t throw herself at every buff dude she came across, then they wouldn’t have started in the first place.
❝ You want a tip? Learn to read people before you go around spurting junk about all the sunshine and wainbows this place has. ❞ Rusty bluntly adds, tone patronizing as he embellishes the ‘friendliness’ Cin had been mentioning, batting his lashes a few times for emphasis, unwittingly taking advantage of the unthreatening and cuddly appearance that often works to his detriment. Moving his hands to rest on his hips instead, tauntingly-adorable expression is replaced by a quirked brow and a smug grin, ❝ Because it ain’t nearly as nice as you might think. It’s a battlefield out here and if you wanna survive it, then you’re gonna have to wake up and realize that... Otherwise, you’ll end up sent home in a DOGGY BAG. ❞
Advice or an attempt at psyching out the new guy? Who knows... { ☆ }
Cin blinked a bit. “Huh...I guess I should let her know that I’m kinda not into that sorta thing...” He mused, looking down at the piece of paper in his paw, giving a slight shrug before he shoved it into his pocket. “I’ve never really gone out with anyone before, I just prefer being friends if I’m being honest.” A small laugh at that before he looked to Rusty, giving a slight blink as the other spoke about it being a battlefield and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Dude, it’s just highschool..” He gave a small grin at that. “There’s more to the world than this place..” A slight gesture around them. “After we get out of here, there’s college and from what my Uncle told me, no one really cares about who you were in highschool there. It’s your character that matters more than anything....” Cin gave him a small grin then, his tail giving a small wag at that. “But...I really do appreciate the advice....I’ll keep it in mind Rusty.” He gave a little boyish grin at that. “I really do want to fit in here...it’s pretty different from our old school..a lot bigger for one, but...If everyone’s as nice as you, well I think my sister and I are gonna be just fine!” His voice and tone through it all was genuine and as...well...unthreatening as you could possibly get...which was really surprising for someone of his species and size.
One would think a wolf would have a bit more tooth to him.
There was the sound of wheels on linoleum then, and around the corner skated a she-wolf, much smaller than Cin, but familiar none the less. Same color fur, same color eyes, surprisingly she was a bit on the plush side, but by looking at her, one could tell that she was hiding some strength under it all. “Cin!” “Mocha!” Cin chirped happily, his tail wagging a mile a minute as his sister approached him and pulled him down to muss his hair. “There you are you big dork! I was looking for you!” She grinned and then looked to Rusty with slightly narrowed eyes. “And who’s this?” Seems that all the tooth of this wolf was with his sister as she stared Rusty down with a gaze that spoke of grievous harm if the smaller canine had hurt her big brother in any way. It was almost comical really, since Cin stood easily at 6′5″ and Mocha was a whole foot shorter than him. It made for a rather hilarious juxtaposition.
“Oh!” Cin lit up then, giving Mocha a bit grin as he gestured to him. “This is Rusty! He’s on the football team, he was just telling me how things work around here. He’s been really welcoming!” He said with a big smile and a wag of his tail, though Mocha was sort of squinting at him. “Has he huh? Well..that’s good...I knew you wouldn’t have any trouble making friends..” She grinned and gave him another playful ruffle, making Cin laugh and grin before he looked to Rusty. “Rusty, this is my little sister Mocha! She’s gonna be trying out for the rugby team! She’s -really- good.” He teased, ruffling her hair in return making her snort and swat at him playfully. “Heh....” She then looked to Rusty with an even gaze. “Well...thanks for looking out for my brother..he’s kind of a marshmallow...at our old school I had to have some nice chats with people who were trying to be jerks...but..you seem like a guy that wouldn’t do that...right?” It was a pointed look then. It was obvious that Mocha had no problem making sure that her brother was safe, even if it meant going against the ‘head honcho’ of the school to do it.
