08-19-2011, 12:03 AM
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Who sucks? Mel sucks.[/html]
She seemed good-natured enough, and the dark male was glad for that. He was frightened about running into a woman again, especially given his past few incidents, and worrisome Gotham had to remind himself to be careful about what he did and said. Blue eyes focused on her face, admiring the soft curves and the spotting around her muzzle. It was unique, given how many wolves he had encountered in the past. Io had been the only exception, but she was hardly comparable to this Spanish beauty.
A smile broke across his face at the mention of her language and the idea of Canada being too cold. She must have been from somewhere south then. “My mother taught me Italian. It sounds like your Espanol,” he explained, twisting the word with the flair of his own foreign tongue. A fish swam by his foot, and Gotham jerked his hand into the water. Wiggling, a fish gasped for air as he tossed it onto the bank. Another apologetic smile crossed his broad face. “I’ll catch you one, if you’d like.”