[aw] if you want a job done right

Levent Kartal · 08-11-2012, 04:58 PM

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(413) So crappy reply. D:

Levent and Wilson are by me!

Levent smirked softly at the exchange between wolf and cat, which as always resulted with Wilson backing up shyly and taking a seat behind his leg. His fluffy white tail curled around his ankle, and he tapped his fingers lightly against his thigh. It was a small signal between them, meant only to comfort; it said that Lev would pet him or scratch him behind the ears, but he didn’t feel like bending down. The cheek brushed fondly against his leg was the reply, and Lev was glad for that much. He didn’t care if Wilson was just pretending for Vasiliy; he’d missed the tom’s affection even if he had Hotaru’s to make up for it.

His other hand returned to the mare’s shoulder, and Mai seemed accustomed enough to that; she turned her head and went back to looking out at the rest of the town. When the Russian spoke again, though, it was to correct him on a rather distressing fact: they’d only sailed out into the bay. The Turk snorted at that, rubbing at the bangs trying to escape their cloth wrap, and wondered if that was the only reason he hadn’t gone into a complete and total panic attack—that it wasn’t a true pelagic journey.

You did good enough, Levent said, shrugging and smiling to show he was jesting. Everyone has their fears, though, and my fear happens to be your love. He guessed as much about the other merchant, recognizing the eagerness with which he’d captained the vessel. He wondered what d’Arte would have done with the ship had the foreign wolf not shown up to take control of it.

He nodded thoughtfully at the other’s suggestion, knowing that a bit of food would at least distract the horse from the fact she was being saddle-broken; he didn’t think she’d ever be truly friendly to him. He guessed he could always head back north to her previous owner to ask more, which he should have done rather than get caught up in other trades.

Wilson’s dark sand-colored eyes widened as the tail was sliced off the fish, and he crept closer, whiskers a-twitch as he sniffed the offered food. With a decisive purr, he snatched the tail with his jaws and went back to his spot behind his friend, wolfing the fish down happily. Levent laughed as the glutton swallowed then flicked his tail happily toward Vasi.

He’s right, you know, Wilson meowed. I like this chap.

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