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» yar, sometimes they're nice 'cause they keep moving/resolve quickly. And yea, no problem! :]
When it came to consensual sex, Anselm really couldn't be bothered to give two hoots about what other people did. The overwhelming majority of his encounters had been strictly recreational in nature, and he saw nothing wrong with desiring some hot and steamy companionship once in awhile. Initially the age gap had struck him a bit queerly, though the fact that Kaena was going on a decade didn't leave her with many options. Not many of their species made it even half as long as she did--her age alone was a great proclamation of her skill and prowess in battle (and life in general).
Eventually he wondered if he was just jealous--he hoped he could still attract sprightly young ladies well into his later years. (If only he'd known of her relationship with Ahren--generally "two" was the magic number for him, and anything lower was getting to be inappropriate.) Personal codes of decency aside, Anselm had always enjoyed his encounters with Miracles hybrids in the past. The pack was seemingly as influenced by dog blood as Inferni was by coyote--in some way, then, he felt a kind of kinship with the animals. Though they'd struck him as maybe a tad naive, they'd always taken him seriously and been far from objectionable.
Needless to say, it was not sex on his mind at the moment, but rather the products of it. Eventually he managed to catch up with the woman, who'd paused in her steps to meet him. Though she seemed to pick up on the battered energy that surrounded him at once, she offered a smile and patiently took a seat. This gesture alone was enough to lift his mood; he returned the smile with a small laugh, shaking his head. "Yea; it's been a long month. Seems like things ought to be looking up for the clan though, eh?" he mused, feeling it unnecessary to instantly badger her with his own personal woes.
He sincerely appreciated the opportunity to discuss his issues with anyone at all--most often in the past, he was forced to bear the weight of his troubles alone. Taking a seat a comfortable distance nearby, his head inclined just a bit. "Any of the newcomers anyone you already knew?" he wondered somewhat unsteadily--this was his best attempt at a segue into the topics he actually wished to discuss. Maybe she'd pick up on where he was going immediately; she'd been around for some time before he'd drifted back to the border, and presumably she knew of his relationship with Ryan and Valkyrie even though they'd never discussed it directly in the past.
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