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It had been a mistake, coming to the old worn out husk of a city. Inocencio knew that all too well, but also too late, and was currently in a bind that he had no idea how to get out of. Things had been going so well for him, having luck with women, and even finding some interesting little ceramic cups in a building during his little adventure. The sort of thing he might have been able to barter for some easy food, or maybe give to Fleta if he ran into her again. Things had taken a turn for the worse when he came across the scent of what he thought was dried meat, and followed it into a one story brick building.

With it's roof rotted, and with conspicuous holes, Inocencio should have known the place wasn't very safe, but went in to investigate anyways. The floorboards had seemed safe enough, and eased his initial wariness. Then came the excitement of finding a small treasure just laying out in the open for someone to take, a few pieces of dried jerky, and a few other trinkets that the greedy male wanted. All laid out on a large dingy rug, and assuming he was just lucky enough to find some one's stash, had recklessly approached to collect it all.

The next thing he knew, he had stepped in a hole that the rug disguised, and fell downward into the building's basement. He had landed as well as he could hope, but had sprained an ankle on landing, which made standing very hard, and jumping to try pulling himself out impossible. The staircase that would have led him out, was blocked by a sturdy oak door, which seemed to be locked, or rusted shut. To add insult to injury, the ceramic cups he had been carrying shattered on the impact, leaving him with nothing if he managed to escape.

Two days of being trapped however, had left him thinking that whoever had set the insidious trap was probably not going to come check it. The bits of dried meat that had served as bait were long gone, and Incencio lay curled up beneath the hole, hunger weakening him, while thirst made him even more miserable. Only a lucky bit of icy rain trickling through the roof a day ago had kept the thirst partly at bay.

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The dingy rug that had disguised a potential tomb was serving as Inocencio's bed, and with no apparent way out, the male had started to drift off to sleep again. Ears perked up, green eyes opened rapidly, and optime was starting to wonder if he was hearing things when a familiar voice called his name. Looking up at where he thought the voice had come from, he saw nothing, and whined softly at the slow descent into madness he thought was coming. Then the voice came again, beckoning him to the doorway that had refused to open, and while Inocencio remained suspicious of the reality behind it, his desperation to get out of the hole made him crawl over toward the door.

Once up the stairs, he noticed the little pieces that had gone overlooked when he first checked the door, and began playing with them in an effort to find the click that Fleta said would get him out. It took a minute or two, and while he worked, he spoke in a dry voice "Fleta? What are you doing here?". It was a slow path toward realizing Fleta's knowledge of how to get out of the trap was a good indicator she had set it, but almost coincided with the click of solving the physical puzzle. Setting traps didn't seem like something Fleta would do, and Inocencio was almost willing to assume his lack of food just had him thinking wrong.

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Realizing that Fleta had been the one to trap him was confusing, given his perception of the female as a shy, and innocent Lupus. Part of him wanted to be angry that he had been stuck in a pit, miserable for such a long time, but those feelings were tempered by what he had already experienced with Fleta, along with the fact that she was trying to help him. When the door had finally been opened, another new bit of information was revealed, she could go on two legs, and while it wasn't exactly incredible news, it was making the male wonder more about just what he might not know of the attractive female.

Frustration was evident on Inocencio's face as Fleta returned with water, but the male smiled anyways at her return, and moved his muzzle to the rusty pot to drink greedily. Only after the first gulps did Inocencio pause a moment to consider the possibility that the water could be drugged or poisoned, an idle thought from a confused male, but pushed away as it was too late if the thought turned out to be true. Once it became hard to avoid touching the rusted parts of the container due to the water getting low, Inocencio would pull his muzzle back out, and sigh from the pleasant feel of something in his stomach, especially since it was water.

With his thirst at least taken care of, there remained the problem of how to react to what had probably been his captor, and with so much going through his head, Inocencio eventually decided just to test his theory about who had set the trap, while also showing his affection. Trapped or not, angry or not, the male still remembered their first encounter, and his less dry, more affectionate voice reflected that "I certainly wanted to see you again, even if I could have done without falling into one of your traps.". Inocencio moved closer if he was able, and planned to nuzzle at the seemingly still injured female's face.

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The opportunity to feel Fleta against him again was almost enough to make up for the trap, and what he suspected was some sort of act. Inocencio's fishing attempt had revealed that Fleta had made the trap, and her demeanor seemed different from what he had come to expect. Instead of the shy, awkward female, he caught sight of a mischievous grin that seemed more like something he would have thrown at her. While he enjoyed the shy Fleta, especially the way she had let him take the lead, Inocencio also found the potential of sharing more traits to be full of intriguing possibilities.

Having the female's arms wrapped around him was a reminder of the new form that she held, the one that the male preferred to take, and that meant a new body to soak up with eager green eyes. Just as Inocencio started to examine Fleta, the female announced her intention to go find food, and at first it was music to his ears. Only for Inocencio to notice what he presumed was a painful limp, and felt torn between letting Fleta find him some food, versus convincing her not to put more strain on the leg. Sighing lightly, the male decided he could endure a little bit longer without food, and find something with his sprained ankle, which couldn't be as bad as her broken leg.

"Hey, Fleta, wait. I'll be okay on food, just come back" Inocencio called after the mysterious Optime, and forced himself up onto two legs, feeling the pain of standing, but not nearly as bad as it had felt when first falling into the pit. "Lets just sit back down, I'd like like to ask some questions about you... Get to know you some more." he added with a light teasing tone, but the focus of his words was on questions, and the sort related to just what he did or did not know about her.

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His words had the effect that Kit wanted, and had the female limp back toward him. It was strange to have someone worrying over how bad off he was, Kit was used to simply fending for himself, and enduring or begging if he absolutely had to, but it was a pleasant sensation as much as it was strange. "I've gone longer without food, and there was a little bit of rain on one of the days, besides, you'll be here to be sure I don't pass out right right?" Kit put on the show of bravado, but could indeed remember times that he had gone longer without food, but it had been the lack of water that had cut into him the most.

At the mention of being matching, Kit's tail started to wag slightly, but didn't quite notice the way he had reacted, and wouldn't have been able to place why it had made him feel good. Though it would idle to a stop when Fleta's frown replaced her smile, and she came to sit on the stairs near him. Not wanting to stand too long with his sprained ankle, Kit attempted to sit down beside Fleta, his arm draping around the other Optime if she didn't stop him. "Why the frown Fleta? I hope your not upset over me getting stuck in your trap, I'm not mad at you about that.... I just want to know what else you didn't tell me. Because I don't quite picture the shy wolf I "got to know" back in that forest... well, setting traps." Kit spoke in a smooth tone, only occasionally broken by a slightly dry voice. He should have been mad, or at least upset that someone had got him stuck in the trap, but it had also got him close to the pretty Luperci for a second time, and that sort of balanced things out in Kit's eyes.

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Kit managed to sit down beside Fleta, and was surprised by the warmth of the female nuzzling against his body. It seemed like any time he was around the mysterious female, Kit had either a grin, or a smile on his face, but neither was something Kit opposed to doing often. Kit remained next to Fleta, his green eyes lazily watching her, while his ears listened to what she had to say, and found himself slowly trying to pull the female closer to himself in a half hug, using only one of his arms. "I'll try to make sure you don't get bored Fleta, and maybe you'll be interested enough to stay sitting next to me?" Kit replied with a playful tone, his tongue darting out to try teasing at Fleta's muzzle.

The feel of his hair suddenly being tugged caused Kit to flinch instinctively at the possibility of pain, but was relieved when Fleta was only being playful with her tugs. Before he could joke back, he heard the admission that it had been an act, and Kit started to jump toward worrying conclusions. Had the entire evening been an act on her part, and did she not remember that day as fondly as he did? Nervousness, it wasn't something Kit often felt, his own urge to jump into things keeping him from having the time to feel it. This time however, the male felt nervous about asking Fleta the first question that popped into his mind, and the pause was obvious.

"I wouldn't have hurt you... I'll admit that I was just trying to get the turkey from you at first..." Kit started his question, in an unsure tone, and then hesitantly added "Was everything an act?". The idea that she had faked being as enthralled by him at the end of their evening, as he had been with her, that stung the normally cocky male.

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He just had to keep Fleta interested, that seemed to be the way he would keep her around, and get the attention he was starting to like. It was like a little challenge to Kit, and one that had a fairly desirable prize if he succeeded. Even more enticing, was that he was starting to see the possibility of mixing business and pleasure, but still had some reluctance about seeing if Fleta wanted to partner up with him on his usual exploits. Kit's main reservation had been concerns over whether the affection from their first meeting had been faked by Fleta, but to his relief, she confirmed that the acting had ended once both of them had forgotten the turkey.

"Well, I'll just have to keep you interested then, won't I Fleta? Maybe I can start coming with you to set these traps, or you could come along with me when I am out having my little adventures, maybe a little of both, and some keeping each other warm on cold nights? Minus the falling into traps of course." Kit started speaking with a soft teasing voice, and tried to nuzzle at Fleta's face while he gave the offer of seeing each other more often. All that really remained was for him to be sure that they were honest with one another, even if everyone else was fair game, and Kit attempted to do so by adding "Course, if we partner up, I'd kind of like to know my partner was being honest with me. Just like I'd be honest with them.". Kit was well aware that she could lie to him, and it had taken a little bit on his part to notice the first time, but an agreement was better then nothing.

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Kit had not expected his words to brighten Fleta so much, and in truth was expecting the need to be persuasive about getting her to sign onto the idea of going on various adventures together, and had not even seemed put off by his implying that they stay together at times as well. Her own words implied that she was not yet sold on the idea, but Kit saw the other signs that said quite loudly "yes". The feel of his nuzzling was joined by more of what Kit took for affectionate licks from the female that was pressed into his chest. Though that affection paused at the mention of honesty, which caused worry to return to the male's mind, at what might be rolling through the female's own head.

Fleta's acceptance of his want for honesty pleased Kit, but also amused him in her requesting some sort of poof. For a few moments, he paused, thinking of anything she might not have freely told him yet, or that he would want proof of. Her name crossed his mind, as it was indeed something she could have lied about during her act, but he had not given his full name either. Playfully, Kit tried planting a lick on Fleta's neck, and replied with a soft smile on his face "You don't need to give me any proof Fleta. Just agreeing not to put on any acts around me is enough, and of course as long as the pretty little coyote in my arms doesn't lie to me, I'll do the same.".

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Kit's stomach still nagged at the back of his mind, demanding that he go find something more then water to fill it, but the male was able to ignore it to focus on Fleta, and the closeness they shared at that moment. Drinking his fill of the water had at least chased away his thirst though, and the healing of his sprained ankle wasn't anything he knew how to speed up. Fleta agreed to his request, and made a sound that sent a shiver up his spine when his affectionate display found it's target. "I'm going to enjoy being around you often." Kit spoke softly, without any of the playful teasing that was normally put into his voice.

The temptation was there, and Kit's green eyes were a little glazed by happiness. Tail swept back and forth as best it could, brushing against both the stairs behind him, and potentially against Fleta as well. Wanting to hear Fleta make more of the desirable noise, Kit had started to try repeating his affectionate lick, but the sound of the female's horse caused him to turn his attention toward the street. It was wandering, and while he didn't know much about horses, Kit was fairly sure that Fleta wouldn't want the beast wandering off too far while they were exchanging affection inside. Kit sighed at the interruption, but replied in a pleasant enough voice "I guess we don't get to just sit here, and enjoy each others company huh?".

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Kit had almost hoped Fleta would reveal the horse to be stolen anyways, and not worth chasing after, but felt the disappointment of his words being agreed with him in her own way. Feeling his tail entwined with her own, that had been pleasant, but short lived as Fleta limped away from the warm proximity that Kit had begun enjoying. "I never said anything about just sitting here Fleta..." he teased in a pleasant voice, throwing just enough of an undertone that the female might catch what he meant. His playful words thrown, Kit stood from his sitting position, grimacing a little at the movements effect on his sprained ankle, but following after Fleta anyways.

Horses were not something the male had ever become very familiar with, mostly because half the time they didn't take kindly to strangers running off with them, and so held very little value to the male. Kit felt like showing off, or maybe just impressing Fleta, and so he moved alongside the his new partner in crime, doing his best to pretend walking on both feet was uncomfortable. "Your legs hurt worse then mine Fleta, and while I don't think I can carry you just yet, like before, you can still lean on me. Were partners now after all." Kit spoke in his usual pleasant voice, but still couldn't help but to tease lightly about being partners, while he offered himself to be used to take weight off the female's left. "Any ideas how we can get your beast to behave? I'm not familiar with horses."