Duck Lake montefitu

coväh cracks an eye open, slow as the sun rising over the lake, brows shooting up with exaggerated disbelief. a beat. two.
then—ohhhh.
he grins, sharp and roguish, rolling onto his side like her words physically dragged him back from the brink of sleep. is lady offer-ing? broken common, thick with mischief, his tail giving a lazy thump against the snow.
his grin widens, smug and warm like the damn sunrise itself. you fall for me already, huh? can’t blame you. lotta charm in thees face.
a dramatic sigh, like the weight of being so irresistibly handsome was just so much to bear. but listen tɨkka. i snore. is dangerous commitment.
he gives a slow shimmy of his shoulders, mock-settling back into his lounging sprawl, but his gaze never leaves her, playful and waiting.
you come here, though. is warmer thees side, he adds with a lazy pat of the snow beside him, clearly not expecting her to accept but enjoying the teasing all the same.