#wolvify

quickly your arm shoots up to block the next punch, finger held up to serve as your white flag, the time out. you lift the mask with your free hand, just a bit, marred flesh rearing its more than ugly head, and spit crimson onto the dirt. stick your tongue out in a mocking gesture, poke the bear. have your fun. a cough when you pull the leather back down, white flag down, " what'd i do now ? i won't deny it, but for the record i think whatever it was wasn't that bad and you're being dramatic. "

a quick look beyond your current panel to stick your tongue out and throw a peace sign up (side note: please do not look at me like that?) while he stares at his phone like it owes him money and won’t pay up. you hold your hand out for the phone, holding it up gingerly when it’s placed into palm, “ i’ll show you while i do it, ‘kay ? make sure to remember, because you won’t always have a social media aficionado around, i don’t think laura knows how to block people either. ” don’t make fun of him for being old, don’t make fun of him for being old, don’t —