[P] Too Much to Ask For?

Slade Auctor · 05-12-2011, 08:27 AM

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Word Count » 466 :: OOC: Sounds good to me. End this with your post, maybe? Feel free to powerplay Slade if you need to. ^^

Slade couldn't help but notice that Deirdre wasn't eating the fish head. Wait, hadn't she just gobbled down her own fish a moment ago? He suddenly hoped that the fish he had caught wasn't poisonous; she would have told him if that was the case, anyway... right?

Stupid paranoia, the coyote thought, shaking his head. For a little while he had managed to ignore it, the suspicion he had felt toward everyone since the news of the murder. After this little experience, there was no way Deirdre was a killer, there just wasn't. He had to keep his suspicion on Arwen before he started running around and accusing everyone he knew, even if he was simply thinking about it. Wow, this whole murder thing had really gotten to him.

Dragging his attention back to what Deirdre was saying, he noticed that she was complimenting him on his catch. His eyes widened when she spoke about her first time fishing. "Is that right?" he asked. "It looks like you've been fishing since... geez, maybe the day you were born!" He thought that his attempt at fishing was nothing compared to Deirdre, but he kept this thought to himself, still feeling like he had to be at least somewhat dominant.

Noticing that he had been stiff from thinking like an insane and mistrustful insomniac, Slade sighed, trying to relax in hopes that Deirdre hadn't noticed. He had been acting strange during this whole thing, first with the suspicion, then by being completely clumsy by getting saltwater in his eye and throwing a fish at Deirdre. Mistakes or not, he had to shrug them off. By now, being clumsy seemed to be an average part of his everyday lifestyle, whether he liked it or not.

Still, he had gotten his visit with Deirdre, and now they could lie here and stare out at the waves. The taste of fish had taken away his appetite, so for the first time since the dramatic pack meeting, Slade felt like he could relax without looking over his shoulder. He glanced at Deirdre, smiling. Did he have to go back to Cercatori d'Arte?

He sat there, for minutes or hours, until he realized that Krystalle must be wondering where the heck he was and if he wanted to learn how to read or not. Reading. Hm, maybe he and Deirdre could come back here, but instead of fishing Slade would try to figure out a way to take a book over without damaging it. Krystalle didn't have to be his only teacher.

"Then I guess I'll be seeing you around?" Slade asked, breaking the silence. While he still didn't want to leave, the thought that they'd be meeting again sooner or later made it easier. "I'll still be in the area, if you care to stop by...."

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