11-26-2009, 07:33 PM
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Ooc: if you want to put it on 'm' now, probably a good idea.
Pouting, Strelein pulled his hands away, crossing his arms like an annoyed teenager. Leroy believed him to be a woman, and apparently a woman who was getting hot for him. The redhead was getting warm, but not the kind of heat that the husky believed. Not that he wasn't interested, oh to the contrary. It's just that there was absolutely no way for Strel to get what it was he wanted from the burly dog. Plus it seemed like the dog had affections for others and Strel's interest was not strong enough to fight, not even close to strong enough for any effort at all. He simply believed Leroy to be quite attractive.
"Who are you calling a wo-" he was interrupted with his body basically being thrown onto the couch and off of the dog's lap. He grunted his displeasure and was about to push himself back up when he felt the pressure against his back. A hand was keeping him flat against the surface of the couch, muzzle looking over the edge of the thing and at the floor. Strel was pretty sure where he was going with this line of actions. Leroy was going to do him, drunk and all. Of course he was confused. Wasn't Leroy straight? That was the strong vibe he'd gotten when the redhead had first met the dog.
"L-Leroy what are you doing?" he asked redundantly, clawing at the couch and causing tears in the old fabric. "Couldn't you fuck whoever had your kids?" he hissed harshly, his emotions mixed about the situation. On one side, he wanted it, on the other, the fact that it was LEROY who was going to do it made him uncertain about it. Was he supposed to be with someone or something? Strel had issues with cheating. Strong issues. He felt there was no reason to cheat, nor any reason to give someone the chance to do so. That was why this was just frustrating.
Ooc: if you want to put it on 'm' now, probably a good idea.
Pouting, Strelein pulled his hands away, crossing his arms like an annoyed teenager. Leroy believed him to be a woman, and apparently a woman who was getting hot for him. The redhead was getting warm, but not the kind of heat that the husky believed. Not that he wasn't interested, oh to the contrary. It's just that there was absolutely no way for Strel to get what it was he wanted from the burly dog. Plus it seemed like the dog had affections for others and Strel's interest was not strong enough to fight, not even close to strong enough for any effort at all. He simply believed Leroy to be quite attractive.
"Who are you calling a wo-" he was interrupted with his body basically being thrown onto the couch and off of the dog's lap. He grunted his displeasure and was about to push himself back up when he felt the pressure against his back. A hand was keeping him flat against the surface of the couch, muzzle looking over the edge of the thing and at the floor. Strel was pretty sure where he was going with this line of actions. Leroy was going to do him, drunk and all. Of course he was confused. Wasn't Leroy straight? That was the strong vibe he'd gotten when the redhead had first met the dog.
"L-Leroy what are you doing?" he asked redundantly, clawing at the couch and causing tears in the old fabric. "Couldn't you fuck whoever had your kids?" he hissed harshly, his emotions mixed about the situation. On one side, he wanted it, on the other, the fact that it was LEROY who was going to do it made him uncertain about it. Was he supposed to be with someone or something? Strel had issues with cheating. Strong issues. He felt there was no reason to cheat, nor any reason to give someone the chance to do so. That was why this was just frustrating.