#kindpaws

Lip curled back into the slightest of snarls, him responding with a growl of his own.

   “Go away.” Sitting up high in the branches of a tree, Griffin looped an arm around a limb for more support and pulled his knees up to his chest with the other, his back against rough bark. He wasn’t afraid of heights or falling. He was afraid of the woman standing on pine needles below him. Thankfully, Griffin was high enough in the tree that he was out of her reach. Of course, she might climb up, but Griffin was pretty confident in his ability to kick her out of the tree if she tried. “I know what you are, okay?” He batted a hanging pine cone out of his face and listened as it fell to the forest floor below. Judging by the sound, he was about fifteen feet up. Maybe a little higher. “I heard your heartbeat. Werewolf hearts beat faster than normal hearts. So you go do whatever you were doing and I’ll stay up here until you’re gone.”

      ❛ DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO  remind me of that every time we hang out? ❜ He huffed, taking a sip of his drink. ❛ Look, I didn’t have a flower savvy person in my life at that point. How was I supposed to know I almost ACCIDENTALLY sent one of my customers a bouquet meaning I had sensual feelings towards her. It could happen to anyone. She looked g o o d  for seventy anyway, ❜ He made a face,  that he would never admit was a pout and sighed.  ❛ You’re lucky I like you. ❜

@kindpaws ❤️’d.

❝   we  can  do  this  the  easy  way  ,   ❞  blues  pointed  at  the  dart  board  across  the  bar  ,  ❝   or  we  can  continue  being  disrespectful  assholes  and  debate  this  issue  at  the  top  of  our  lungs  .   ❞  hunters  took  a  lot  of  space  ,  especially  her  ,  including  voicing  her  opinions  ...  but  something  tells  her  they’ll  soon  get  kicked  out  of  the  joint  if  they  don’t  pipe  it  down  .  and  with  the  consecutive  shit  nights  she’s  had  ,  she  NEEDED  this  establishment  and  its  endless  shots  .

                 the young boy held up his phone. new for its era, the first generation of apple devices. gifted to him by his step-mother. of course, an empty gesture, frivolous but USEFUL. held loosely in his fingers he flicked through notepads as the door of the florists shop chimed open. bells ringing, wyatt pushed passed its entrance with the backlight of his screen cascading across features. he did not look up right away. not to see where he was going or to greet the employees. instead he stared inquisitively at his lists and started to speak.                   ❛    hey, do you think-  you could help me ?   i’m looking for some pretty SPECIFIC flora  & i have no idea where to start    ❜          face turned upward, vision finally locating the adult girl who owned this store. he’d never been here before but he’d walked passed it quite a number of times. enough to configure it might be the best place to find the things he was needing.  

❝          so   ,    d’you   have   any      plans   for   halloween   ? ?      i’ve   been  plannin’   on   being   a   zombie   but   one        based   off   of   world   war   z    ,      mainly   ‘cause   they   have       some   really   cool   designs     &     i’d   love   to   do   all   that   sfx   makeup   .        ❞