drinking from our skins
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Kit had hoped that his touch would lead to a favorable reaction from Vesper, and his experience with others had him almost expecting it, but that was not the reality of things. The flashing teeth, a threat that Kit recognized, and the way she moved quickly away from him was enough to make it clear his touch was unwanted, at least right at that moment. Ears laid back out of irritation, his wants very clearly denied by Vesper, but the male wasn't willing to press too far in a place that could bring a pack down on top of him.

Before he could think of something to say, the scarred female had started ordering him around, and for a moment he hesitated to comply. Kit didn't like being bossed around, especially after effectively being scolded for his attempt at affection, and he overlooked the fact that he had been the one to suggest what Vesper was ordering. His reluctance was pushed back as Vesper pushed the body toward him, and made it obvious that she expected him to comply.

Stooping down, Kit grabbed the other half of the deer, and started to help carry it, his green eyes filled with frustration, but still finding time to roam over Vesper. Even if he didn't find out a way to convince the female to let him touch, he still planned to look, and hope she might become less cold toward him. "Don't like being to touched huh? Still don't need to snap at people when they are just trying to give you attention..." Kit grumbled while trying to walk backwards, which was not something he often did.

It was something to continue talking, maybe leading to some chink in the female's armor, but it also served as a way for him to show that he wasn't happy about being snapped at, and denied even the the chance to flirt with the female.


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