We could be heroes

wrap or go on?
bromancing <3 finte

Whether the title of idiot was for her, for him, or for both to wear the silver Ollivander did not spend much time dwelling on it. He knew his timing, of both his appereance and his words, had been wrong, but again, so had been Finley's communication skills.
Both were afraid of commiting in the end, Finley demonstrated this in a more open way as for Finn this was subtly transmited by his uncontrollable fear of close spaces, or the feeling of being 'caged' -- both emotionally and physically.

We should make that a law; the first one in the Big Dick Plateau Constitution. he barked while waggling his eyebrows, making a play of words with the pack's initials, something he had already done during one of his outriding trips. While he could not deny that the emotional wounds in his heart had not healed, (and would take some weeks to) his sense of humor remained to be luckily unharmed.

With his nose now bumping into the grayscale's male shoulder, the Gamma mirrored a crooked smile of his own. Yes, please -- I'm done with the Crapdera and it's crap to be honest he barked, his voice coming out more as an exhausted sigh.
Then with his tail wagging softly behind him he turned and waited for the man to either follow or lead the way, he didn't care either way.