Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

She is bold.  There is one thing that is more important to the shadow-cloaked swain than anything else upon this earth — he wants to feel wanted.  The cheerless girl at his side does not know that in this moment she is filling that need and she does not understand the consequences for it.  She is too bold for her own good.

He is a sorry cur and he knows it, but she still tenderly and without question preens his unkempt fur.  The tip of his tail moves to a beat of its own as he lets out a long sigh, reclining in full.  This kind of attention he desired he did not get often, and he would take full advantage when relishing it.

His nose swings up to find the buttersoft fur behind the hook of her jaw, and it is without much fanfare that he returns the favor.