Overture Downs collision

Santi’s sadistic self couldn’t help but put the smaller through that type of pain. The kind Clarence tried and tried and tried to keep hidden in the foggiest parts of his brain to hopefully never come back. To attempt and forget. No, Santi decides sadistically. He won’t let him forget.

Though when the corners of the white wolf-dogs mouth tip up into a smile once more Santi shakes his head from side to side in disbelief. He finds his own smirk sneaking up on him once more, like the thing is glued to his face. 

He watches the other eat his rabbit and finds it peculiar how he tries his damnedest to not get blood on that pretty white muzzle of his. The great bear of a wolf files it away for later. Oh, how he wants to see blood on that white coat. Especially since the other doesn’t want to see blood on his own snowy pelt. 

Santi gazes down easily staring at the other. Somehow finds himself staring at those ruby red eyes he’s beginning to become obsessed with. All of a sudden they’re making eye contact and the smile that at softened due to him zoning out comes back in full force. When the other gazes up to him, Santi’s own silvermoon eyes fl ok back to see the others tail wag before coming back to their original spot at his new company’s eyes.

Then the hopeful voice of the wolf-dog comes to his ears, bringing him out of his fascination with the other. In rely Santi let’s out a slow, deep laugh of his own. “You think so?” He drawls teasingly, yet smoothly down to the other. “You have no idea.” He mumbles after standing from his seated position and turning to walk away from the other. He wanted to see what he’d do. Test him a little.

“I’ll see you then, Clarence.” He rolls out in his deep accent, watching him out of the corner of his eye. “Hopefully the two legs don’t come for you again, with their long cold hands. To come prod at you with sharp objects. Or maybe cage you again. Or maybe just abuse you.” He says casually, voice getting more intense at the end.