Akela

My boy hates everybody but me He's sinister, but to me, he's sweet He's my fully loaded gun, you pussies better run My wish is his command, he'd kill for me <...> Your nightmare is the man of my dreams It turns me on when he makes you bleed Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the sickest bitch of all? He's my puppet and I pull his strings

You've been sniffed!

My ragabash girl has a crush.

Pros: mutual attraction. Cons: they're Garou, they're packmates.... .....and they're apparently allergic to making good decisions. :) Here is a short text of their chemistry: ______________________________________________________________ "So... how exactly are you planning to get into the employees-only area?" Aaron asked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, eyeing Grey with obvious skepticism. The Bone Gnawer just flashed him a smug grin. "Oh, I've got that covered..." She slowly unzipped her jacket and threw it open with the flourish of a magician revealing their final trick. Underneath was a black bunny suit with a crisp white collar and a tiny black bow tie. It fit her way too well. Someone had clearly tailored it to her frame. The waist hugged her perfectly, the fabric wasn't loose anywhere, and it showed off her figure about as well as a bunny suit possibly could. Grey spread her arms with a theatrical flourish. "Ta-da!~ Been waiting forever for this stolen outfit to finally be useful. So? Whaddya think?" ... Nothing. The Fenrir just stood there. Staring. Not saying a word. Grey waved her hand in front of his face. "Uh... hello? Earth to Aaron." He blinked, like he'd just rebooted. "...Looks good." A beat passed. "...Wait. What were we talking about?" Grey let out an annoyed click of her tongue. "Were you even listening?" "Yeah." He shrugged. "Kinda hard not to."

He cleared his throat, desperately trying to steer the conversation somewhere safer. "So... where'd you even get that?" "Swiped it from one of the waitresses. She was changing before her shift while I happened to be nearby." She paused. "...Okay, not that nearby." She tugged at the waist of the outfit. "Had to take it in, though. Thing fit me like a potato sack." As she talked, she casually adjusted the top of the bunny suit and frowned. "God, this thing sucks. I seriously don't know how they survive an entire shift wearing one of these." She poked at the bust. "And these boob holders? I don't trust 'em for a second."

Aaron snorted. "So if you bend over..." "...they're gonna pop out?" The words escaped before his brain could stop them.

Grey cocked an eyebrow. "Huh?" Without a shred of embarrassment, she decided to test the theory. She leaned forward a little, rolled her shoulders in, and looked down at her chest. "Like this?" She studied herself for a few seconds. "Huh." "They're still in there."

The whole time, Aaron made a sincere effort to keep his eyes on her face. A sincere effort. He was failing spectacularly. He swallowed. Why the hell had the room suddenly gotten so hot? "...Yeah..." Another swallow. "...That's... kinda disappointing." He barely whispered it. So quietly he wasn't even sure if he'd actually said it out loud. The instant the words left his mouth, he bit the inside of his cheek, silently praying she hadn't heard him. Grey slowly looked back up. "You don't happen to have another one of these, do you?" She smirked immediately. "Oh? You want one?" She looked him up and down with exaggerated consideration. "I'd pay to see that. You'd make one scary-ass bunny." Aaron rolled his eyes. "Yeah, not happening." He pushed himself off the doorframe. "It just seemed like something you'd steal two of." He jerked his head toward the exit. "C'mon. The sooner we get moving, the sooner we're done." ______________________________________________________________