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just doin' my time, from 9 to 5.
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[html] -Beats away all the work she has to do yet- ;;
----------faster, faster.. the lights are turnin' red
 The more hype that went around about the city, the more eager she was to get there and check it out for herself. Ever since she was young she'd shown natural talent working with neglected human tools; within weeks after her first shift she was using hand tools to build storage crates for Ross and Gale. Before long they'd had her working on bigger and better things and she loved every minute of it, even if it made her hands rough and calloused. Although Maserati had quite a feminine build and her hands were proportionately sized, they were easily the most 'masculine' part of her body.
Either way, this little meeting had gone off without a hitch and she didn't want to overstay her welcome. Corona seemed rather nice and incredibly helpful, but the wolf couldn't quite shake the image of the piked skulls from her head and she could feel a fire lighting up beneath her feet that could only be quelled by movement. She nodded as the golden lady spoke, tail wagging slightly behind her, then shook her head at the blue eyed girl's question. Nah; Oi'll wait. It would be more personal and direct--anyone who'd played 'whisper down the alley' knew how skewed certain messages could become as they were passed along. In this case, the words might be easy enough, but she wanted to capture the emotion behind those words, too, and she wanted to see reactions up front.
Oi'm grateful for your help, Corona, she said, her words genuine and quite serious. In a small way, she was in her debt now. Maz didn't unrealistically think she owed some massive life-altering favour, but perhaps she would return some day with a small token of gratitude in the form of a small meal or snack. And maybe they could get to know each other better then if they weren't so damned near claimed territory. Oi'd think it best to fall back now, at any rate. Thanks again and it was nice to meet yeh! With that, she ushered Charger to the side as she extended one foreleg to take a deep bow. As she rose, she kept her posture low as she turned about and moved quickly into the distance.  |
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