the simplest things

[Lysander]

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ooc-ness       He Had gotten the girl to go along with him, and now what? Lysander wasn’t quite sure why he had asked her to ditch the pack meeting with him but she had agreed and now for the first time in a long time he unsure of how to proceed. With any other girl the answer was simple, take advantage of the situation and the girl and move on. Lay her down on the forest floor, have a go and be done. He couldn’t do that with Asariel. It wasn’t just that she was his packmate, he imagined Whinnifred and what they would have done to kill time (and the idea brought a smile to his face) but Asariel was better than that. For some reason. He didn’t want to touch her. Not like that. It was too cheap, too casual. Asariel didn’t seem like a casual kind of girl.       The husky had let her slip off before him, and once gone he hadn’t even offered any sort of excuse as to why he was leaving. He had just left. The meeting was boring of course, but what did he expect? Most the pack members were boring, but then again not everyone could be him so Lysander cut them a little slack for that. When he saw her ahead he grinned. Slowly he crept up, she had stopped to wait, and then all of a sudden he was upon her, playfully pulling her to the ground, breaking both of their falls with his large, furry body. "I’ve got you!”

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