{M} The BFG

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 12-23-2011, 08:40 PM

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OOC / +300

There was a certain level of patience one had to have when you looked different. At least in his own case it was a good kind of different, although he would rather not have to deal with staring. The Knight smiled on, waiting for the little red male to react past his initial shock. “Genetics.” He spoke, thinking that if he was lucky enough the other would be book smart and know what the heck ‘genetics’ were and he would be allowed to skip the long story of the Scottish pack and generations of selective breeding for strength and size. It was a story he preferred to tell only when necessary as it usually led to the story of his parents death, and his adoptive parents bickering and split, and now his own split form his ex mate. It was indeed a rather depressing tale that he reserved for friends.

Finally the ginger’s jaw returned to it’s natural position and a stuttering voice escaped before he regained composure and began to speak normally. Glancing at the door Jazper thought of all the doors he had pushed open with little work, the old building doors seemed to get stuck after awhile but it had never been a problem for the large leader. At the proposition for some wine the large male shrugged, “Sure, why not.” He would have helped regardless of anything in return but he was certainly always up for a drink and a chat. Taking the few extra steps he placed a large shoulder against the doorframe and gently pushed, the door popping open with ease. Turning he chuckled, “Now that wasn’t too hard. Don’t see what your issue was.” Taking a step inside the male ducked down, it would be more comfortable when they were sitting. “What’s your name? I didn’t catch it.”

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