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@wolfskinned
“Pardon me but you are making quite a mess bringing in your er... treasure. Could you save me the trouble of cleaning up after it and just leave it in your tent?”
🎥, 📺, ⭕️
Getting to know you Questions for the Mun!
🎥- Favorite movie?
As sickening as it sounds, it’s Borat. I dunno why, but just the crude comedy just gets me EVERY TIME. Absolute piece of garbage to some people, but I just can’t. It always gets me.
📺- Favorite TV show?
TV still exists? Mythbusters. Sad that the show ended, but that show just always blew my mind every time I watched it.
⭕️- Favorite Pokemon?
People might make fun of me for this, but it’s Gardevoir. SHAME ME ALL YOU LIKE, but whenever there’s a Gardevoir line in that generation, I just HAVE to have it. Oddly enough, it’s the ONLY Psychic Pokemon that I really enjoyed using out of all the generations..
@wolfskiinned liked for a starter |
The she-wolf would pause after bumping into the male. She’d been so distracted by peering at her surroundings that she hadn’t really been paying attention to where she was going - unusual, for someone who was usually collected and focused. “Excuse me. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She says softly, and then catching the scent. More? She remembered learning about how many.. creatures were in Beacon Hills before she died and was brought back to life, but she hadn’t realized it could just be a stranger on the street. She crooks a brow, but doesn’t mention it.
@wolfskiinned ,
“ not that you care or anything but -- my birthday is tomorrow which is enough time to still get a gift, just saying. ”
running out
Do you love me?
Callum has nowhere to go. It was a bad idea, packing up his things and leaving Dylan's, but most of his ideas these days are. Everything he owns - and most of it isn't even his - is in a worn old backpack he's clutching loosely by one strap. Books, journals, the things he'd been left by Ciaran, and a few stray articles of clothing are all that he can rightly claim possession of, and they're all in that poor backpack. They're all he has in the world.
Worn sneakers are soaked through, unruly hair plastered to his head, his thin tee shirt clinging to cool skin. The rain hadn't lasted long, and it wasn't an especially cold shower, but it's left him with a chill all the same. It's appropriate, he thinks, and more than once he'd glanced up at the sky and wondered if Coyote was up their laughing at his misfortune. He does so love to laugh, even at his own children.
I can't stay here. I can't go on like this.
He's only been here once, but Callum has a good memory, and he's brought himself back to Soren's door. Where else could he go? Even if he hadn't been so unceremoniously ejected from the Fianna, he wouldn't dare go to Ciardha. He's hurt the other man far more than he can bear to admit. Ciaran's home is... Well, it's not a home anymore. And he can't stand to be around Dylan any longer, not since the realization that had changed everything.
I love you. You don't love me.
Soren's the only person in this whole damn city he feels like he can even think to lean on. He'd always gotten along with the ragabash, was incredibly fond of him, and even though they don't share a pack anymore, Callum is sure that he can still consider the other man a friend. After all, if he can't, then he's out of options. It's back to wandering, and while that wouldn't be the worst thing, Callum can't bring himself to leave. Not yet.
It's okay. It's not your fault.
Callum raises one hand and raps on the door, lightly at first, then more insistently. A good twenty seconds pass and he's knocking again, but there's still no answer. No sounds from inside, and the Nuwisha is pretty sure now that the young Get isn't even at home. Great. He turns, ready to leave and not look back, but he doesn't. Instead, he stands, eyes downcast, letting himself simply think for a few moments. It can't hurt to wait, just a little bit. With a weary sigh, he drops to the floor just beside Soren's door, placing the backpack in his lap. And he sits. And he waits.
Goodbye.
