Word Count → 423 :: Sorry bout the delay and sucky post. Full of cold and all blah like >.< And man, Alaki is soo not smooth ¬.¬ Will be getting to other thread in a sec 
Impossible. It had been a one night stand, something the two had done in the spare of the moment; parting ways to never see each other again. After much thought he had concluded as such and squashed all hope of seeing the red coyote ever again, for he did not dare head to Inferni and aggravate the wolf-hating clan. It was a boyish crush, a rebound and he should ignore it and carry on with life; and until that moment he'd convinced himself that that was the case. But seeing Tedros there before him, he knew he was still attracted to the other, he knew he wanted to touch the other and knew that he wanted more than a one night stand; although he wasn't the most sociable of wolves, being seemingly alone within his own pack was getting to him and he craved for friendship, craved for even more than that from the red coyote. Never before had he felt such a need from anyone, especially from someone he had only briefly met and knew next to nothing about, but he was sure that he wanted to get to know the other more and now that the other had come to him, he had no intention of letting the other go without saying something or arranging to meet again.
Yet, although he could think things through and sort out his feelings in his mind, his body refused to follow his thoughts. Grinning like the fool he was, he begun walking over, closing the remaining gap between himself and Tedros, allowing for his hand to fall free from the Katana's handle. As he grew closer to the other he felt Beyaz take of from his shoulder, the albino crow not wanting to be near a stranger. Now stood before the other, he found himself at a loss for words; for Tedros had called him and he had no idea why, wishfully he hoped the other had wanted to see him, but to think as such would only raise his hopes. “I can say the same about you” he responded awkwardly, growing more and more self conscious of himself. Looking into the others red eyes he gingerly reached out, right hand stretching out before him to touch the others face. Realising what he was doing, he pulled his hand back and turned his face to the side so he didn't have to look at Tedros, suddenly embarrassed at his rashness and impulsive gesture. “Sorry” he whispered under his breath, cursing himself for acting like some foolish, infatuated pup.
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