Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

She disagreed... heavily.  Nice was always boring.  She didn't always mind boring, but the variety of nice that Meerkat brought never did it for Fennec, as dearly as she loved her sister.  It was the same reason she preferred the company of wolves like Towhee and Niamh and Wraen.  You could argue the latter was nice, but she was also blunt and had a sarcastic side a mile wide.  

Not that Bronco would get that.  He was the king of nice and it drove her absolutely batty sometimes.  There'd really only been one time she could remember him getting upset at her, and that one time had been more than she could handle because it had come at such a bad moment.  Plus - it hadn't been in fun. 

Her lips twitched up at the nip, and she turned in retaliation and blew a half-hearted gust of air at his face.  She wished she was up for a tussel but she knew that would be royally effed up decision right now.  She wanted so badly to trounce his butt into the dirt but couldn't trust that her own butt wouldn't end up right back where she'd started this month.

You should really try it sometime.  It's freeing, not being nice all the time.  She replied unapologetically.  Besides, someone has to keep it real.  If all anyone ever said was nice things, how the fuck would anyone ever know if they screwed up?  Funny enough, that was probably the part of "mean" she dealt with the least - blunt honesty.  She liked to imagine she was honest, but when it came down to it, Fennec tended to avoid if engagement extended beyond banter or messing around.

You ever talk bad about anyone outside your mom?  She asked, genuinely wondering how he saw himself.  Was there a reason he felt like he had to be so nice all the time?  And if there was, was there a way she could... kinda... short circuit it?  Things would be way simpler if she didn't feel, so often, like she was crossing lines and then being left (literally) in the dark.