Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

The stranger wasn't getting more polite with time; if anything, he seemed only to get worse. He stuck out his tongue and Charon gasped loudly and looked at the Bay wolf in indignation — did you see that?! — before turning back to the stranger and sticking his own tongue out in a cruel and merciless retaliation of rudeness.

The Bay wolf suggested that Charon's pretend-conversation was actually true, although Charon doubted it. After all, wouldn't the stranger have been the one having the pretend-conversation, except it would be a non-pretend conversation of course, rather than Charon giving the suggestion? It seemed kind of easy for him to suggest that that was what was going on now, after Charon had given him the suggestion himself. He wasn't buying any of it just yet, though it seemed that Bay wolf was less worried and seemed to believe that it really was all just a big misunderstanding.

When the stranger said that Charon's mum had accepted him, it felt really weird. "She's not my..." Charon began, but he trailed off and looked away rather than finishing his sentence. If only she had been his mum, then his life would be a lot better.

Then the stranger concluded with that he had once been accepted by Ragnar, and had thus been around longer than Charon or Bay wolf. Bay wolf was new himself, so it was a pretty stupid argument, considering the stranger was new, too. "Well if you want to get bonus cookie points for longi.. longemi... tit, uhm, longemititty —" (well, he almost got it right) "— Then maybe you shouldn't have left like a loser in the first place!" BOOM, right in the kisser. If anyone out of the two of them had the right to announce himself the wolf who'd been here the longest, then darn it, it would be Charon, who'd been here from the very beginning; which, in Charon's mind, was like, forever. Who cared about what happened so many years and months BC (Before Charon).