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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Baww. True... but what crazy coyote clan is complete without Molotovs? XD The hybrid was no particular fan of surprises, but she was not a completely impatient creature, and she supposed she could wait for whatever it was that Cotl had in store. The male was intriguing, to say the least—full of random swerves and turns that could hardly be expected. It had taken her a minute to look past the explosions of profanity, but she'd done it well enough. Most of them were simply disconcerting, and some of them were downright amusing, though the hybrid hardly wished to offend him by laughing at what he said. Some of it was simply wild, though, and it delighted the canine to hear profanity in such a vibrant and colorful manner. He spoke of Halo, and the hybrid shrugged. She could hardly view her granddaughter in anything but a pristine manner. "Maybe so, but she's family," the coyote said with a faint smile. His words caused her to freeze up for a moment, and she gave him a curious look. Kaena couldn't stand the thought of being touched by anyone other than platonic family (thereby excluding Samael) at the moment, and she decided Cotl had been joking. Otherwise she might have run from the house in fear, which was certainly something she didn't want to do to Cotl. It would present her as a total loon, which she might have been, and a fearful little bitch, which she certainly was not. At the moment, though, Kaena Lykoi was damaged goods, and the thought of sexual contact was revolting to her. It churned her stomach, and she laughed a little nervously at his words, deciding to settle to her haunches on the floor. She was rarely comfortable on human furniture, and she preferred the feeling of hard ground (or flooring, in this case) to the oddly positioned, awkward human implements. His request drew her eyebrows up, and she tilted her head. He was suggesting that she practice giving him a tattoo, right now? A small grin spread slowly across the coyote's face, and she nodded her head eagerly. That was probably one of the best ideas she'd heard in a while—no better way to learn than with your teacher right above you instructing. "Sounds like an idea... what do you want?" she asked, wondering if he expected her to pull something from the air. The Centurion certainly hoped not; she was neither imaginative nor creative enough to design things from scratch. |