Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

Perhaps Nemisis would be disappointed that is she did invite him, he would’ve done the same thing. He’s not all too hurt that she didn’t, but for fucks sake, she obsessed over him and won’t even give him some tail? He wonders what goes on in her pretty little fucked up mind in there. Really, he does. Though she seems happy to have spited him, something his minuscule male mind cannot compute.

What he can compute is the genuine laugh that’s released from her dark lips and he’s quirking a brow at her. Eyes trying his hardest to see her out of the corner of his eyes while she nibbles sweetly on his ear. “I suppose I can’t get mad about that.” He hums to her. 

Then he can’t help laughing at Renard’s first reply. The retort devoid of life and careless. Then their next question hinted towards Nemisis has him quieting softly, looking from the other wolf dog to Nemisis. Perhaps he’s waiting for her to snap at them.