#a-devoted-wolf

Dancing was nothing to be ashamed of so she kept on dancing. He didn’t startle her. Her senses had not dulled. She knew he had been watching for a while. She just simply didn’t care anymore. Whatever Lupo did ( as long as he didn’t call her Butterfly ) would warrant no reaction ( unless it was walking in on her getting changed again ). 

She grabbed him by the neck and pushed him down onto whatever horizontal surface she could find, immediately drawing a knife and pressing it against his skin. “Never ever call me that.”

[ WHAT DID I DO!? SHE SAID IT ]

[ I dunno. Maybe she likes him maybe she doesn't. It's a unclear thing that goes up and down at every moment. One day she's "he's charming" the next she's "I'm going to kill him." Then another day she's "so maybe he's not that bad." Then the next she's "ignore the temptations..." and then it's "he considers it an art? is it an art?" I swear you never know with this muse ]

[*clings* I wont ^_^]

"They got you h- ooooooh~" She tried to hold back a laugh.