But of course. >3
The moment she noticed him, his tail started wagging. So far since he'd arrived in Canada, the women had all been kind to him. Why worry about being hurt or anything over a little cup of coffee, and maybe some company? If Matteo made friends with the coywolf, surely his brother would be furious with him. When the submissive albino had first come here, the thought terrified him... but now? Now he wanted to see that rage, that jealousy. He wanted to play with the older coydog's emotions, to see what was so enjoyable about it.
She spoke to him and he stood, tail curling naturally between his legs. "Ciao signora." Speaking in Italian was an odd feeling in his lupus form. It felt odd speaking at all, really... as if his tongue felt heavy. This had been the first time in a long time that the boy bothered to use this form. It felt natural, but... almost uncomfortable.
The oblivious boy didn't notice her faked tone of voice, nor the way her smile seemed to be lacking that certain shine. All he knew was that this girl was pretty, and that she had coffee. "I am sorry to bother you, but is that coffee?" He tilted his head just slightly, curious and hopeful.
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