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 Lobo didn’t really say anything at that. He didn’t know if he should respond, or even know how to respond, just letting his frown speak for him. He scooted a bit further away, but for some reason, he kept stubborn, just looking up at the stars for a while, keeping at least a good 10 feet away from the other. Lobo stayed in silence for a while before finally just speaking his thoughts aloud.

✴-❝D-Do you ever wonder what it’s like up there? I know there’s no– air there but.. It looks breathtaking.❞

 He just smiled a little, shifting a bit further away for his safety as his eyes staring up to the big red dot in the sky. He’s never had a desire to go into space before because of how long it’d take just to get to the moon and back, but he can’t help but admit he’s thought about it before.

Lobo was a confusing one. He was so needy for friendship that he didn’t heed any warnings Wolf threw at him. It was the result of a sad, pitiful existence-- one coated with hardship and sorrow. In that aspect he and Lobo were alike in more than just their species. Yet while Lobo thought the cure to his troubles was to connect to as many people as possible, Wolf decided to stay in his shell. He didn’t want anybody getting too close not just because of his anti-social disposition, but also because of his profession. 

Can’t trust anyone. He’d say. Not even your own paw.

“--Ya get used to it,” murmured the mercenary, arms folded and eyes gazing forward. He didn’t need to look up at the stars-- years of interstellar experience painted an armada of beauty for him. “Word of advice. Don’t bother yourself with it. It’s about as shit as your ears, considerin’ they ain’t workin’ too well when I said to leave me the fuck alone.”

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✴-❝W-Well…❞

 Lobo stood there for a moment, unsure why he had to be so cold towards another strangers kindness. In the end, all he could do was shrug a little, keeping his distance as he stayed put in his position. He knew this guy was bad news, but Lobo was either too dull or too kind to want to leave. ✴-❝I– Um.. At least it’s a nice night..?❞

      Lobo gave a small, hopeful smile towards the other, despite the glare that felt like it alone could kill. He gently began to wrap his arms around his knees as he sat, staying still in Wolf’s peripheral vision.

The dangerous predator stayed silent for an unsettling long amount of time. The only sound around them was the wind’s mighty howl, some insects chirping here and there. There was no guessing what Wolf was thinking-- or maybe even planning to do. He was a tall, dark enigma that had an air about him so murky that he was a threat to this town itself. At the drop of the hat he could overflow in anger. At the slightest misuse of words or touch he could immediately attack on instinct. Lobo was treading waters more scorching than anything he ever has before, and the fact he hasn’t left yet meant he was either stupid or, like this town, ignorant to Wolf’s everything.

“Listen,” Wolf suddenly broke. The tension could practically be felt by the tone of his voice; a low, brusque snarl full of venom. “We ain’t friends. I will never be your friend. You ‘n me only share one thing in common ‘n that’s our spot in the animal kingdom. ‘Less you’re here to bother me with shit that actually matters, leave me the fuck alone.”

Placing the bud of a cigarette into his mouth, the wolf inhaled before exhaling. He had no qualms if he was being disrespectful or unwelcoming. He was out to survive and anything and everyone was a threat to his very identity.

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✴-❝Hmmm.❞

      Lobo gave a soft little noise, his frown growing concerned. There it is again. He couldn’t tell why, but even though the guy seems dangerous, something about him seems… sad. He couldn’t really figure it out, but at least he seemed more dormant than he used to be. He sat near the other, still keeping a respectable distance to avoid angering the other.

✴-❝Well.. Okay. Do you mind if I sit here with you, ah-rooooo? I was coming out to look at the stars anyways. I knew Mars would be out thanks to an article, so I wanted to see it.❞

The canine didn’t recall asking what he reason for being out was, so Wolf didn’t care. Instead he turned his piercing gaze right towards Lobo, unwelcoming and frigid. He couldn’t stand the thought of another being close to his own person. It was enough to make his skin crawl and his heart beat, the fear of death looming on every bone in his spine. If Lobo were to take even just one step closer, they would must certainly use an arm.

"No,” he growled, his body still and his sound mighty. “You’ll stay right there if you value your life, pup. 

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“Listen, your presence ain’t natural, I could pretty much smell somethin’ was off th’moment I came out here.” Folding his arms almost as if in return, he snarled at the canine. “Fine. I won’t piss ya off - on purpose that is. But I will ask what your business is here.”

“None of your damn business, that’s for sure.” Rolling his fierce eyes at the peeved pheasant, Wolf didn’t dignify them with a real response. Instead he chose to ignore it, for they had no jurisdiction or power over him. He was his own man-- his own killer.

“But I reckon I’ll tell ya this-- the only thing ya smell is the amount of shit ya eat from followin’ that pup around. Go back to your nest, hatchling. The big boy’s table doesn’t suit you.”

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 Lobo froze. The holster, the voice, his face. Lobo blinked in surprised, shocked. Lobo’s been insulted plenty of times before, but somehow, his always seemed to catch him off guard. It’s been a while since he’s even seen the wolf, yet already he was getting fearful. He wasn’t sure how to react first, before just hastily gulping down some air before he speaked again. 

✴-❝It-It’s you? I thought you left…❞

“I wish I did. You’re still as annoyin’ as you were back then as y’are now.”

He wasn’t out for blood and he wasn’t out for conversation. Instead, he simply wanted to enjoy a night under the night skies. He learned through time that none of the locals here had a damn clue about who he was or what he’s done. They simply let him stay here as one of them, never questioning his origins either out of blissful ignorance or fear. It was a life of peace that the mercenary never thought he’d have the luxury to have.

The blessing to receive for his mountains of sins.

“--Ain’t here to kill ya,” he brooded, blowing a puff of smoke afterwards. Kicking his foot up on a rock that lingered above the ricer, he refused to look at his own reflection. “There isn’t any fun in killin’ a weak-sauce pup that doesn’t know how to defend himself. As long as ya don’t piss me off with your stupid questions and giant ass eyes, I won’t dig my hand in your throat.”

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✴-❝Hey! It’s a nice night out, huh? Cold, but the stars look really pretty from here, ah-rooooo! I think you can even see Mars tonight!❞

 Lobo approached the other from behind, a smile on his face. He hadn’t seen the other’s face yet, but their clothes seemed very familiar.

Vexation etched itself on the ruthless assassin’s face as he glared forward at the other. His paw had remained tightly on his holster, and even when a threat wasn’t identified he didn’t remove it. 

“It’s about as pretty as you,” started the wolf, his voice brooding in a snarl. “Which in case ya ain’t got a mirror, ya ain’t very charmin’.”

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“N’ I thought I’d never see that face’a yours again. Geez Laweez, talk about tough luck.”

“Piss off, Lombardi. Don’t act like you ain’t the one that started this.” Keeping his arms folded across his chest,  the mercenary snarled. Lombardi was the second to last thing he wanted to see; his patience for Fox’s cronies running thin. “Tell y’what-- don’t piss me off ‘n my foot won’t be shoved up your ass.”

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"Pup," Wolf spat, his eyes fierce and a paw on his holster. Peering into Fox's eyes, he placed a cigarette in the side of his mouth and gave a low growl. "Unless you came here with a death wish, fuck off before you're sent back in a bag. I'll come for you when I'm ready to tan your ass to Corneria and back, but right now I have business. Business far more worth my time than a pup still riding in the shadows of his dead dad."

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"Ohoho, big words comin’ outta your mouth t’day, Fido. I’d say they’re almost as big as yer ego. Almost as big.”

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"Better hope they're as big as your will if you keep this up, chicken wing. I ain't in the mood for your shit, and I'll be sure to send you in a box back to your pup-shit leader to prove a point."

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