truly, texas is that sort of girl to not overstay a welcome. lone wolves like her are expected to not do such things, they are not allowed in society to be anything else than what fate was given to them. exiled like one she knows, or her case it was....different. patricide was not a sin the mafiosi took lightly, not even her slaughter of her familiga that night. her choice to run after setting that fire to the manor only cemented that status while nobody cared to know the truth. that a girl like her had grown tired of it all, and that she held no wish to be in this system of wolf eat wolf after her father murdered her grandfather.
but that's not here, it also isn't conversation she's willing to have after a night with a stranger. texas had risen first (as former mafia wolves do) for the sake of quietly leaving, but decided against it. instead she stayed, dressed in a nice button up shirt and black panties only while taking in hand a bit of egg and bacon for herself. she didn't expect company (honestly it's a blur on if they did anything, texas has slept with her fair share during the party) nor did she question being in this room much. she was starving and had a raging headache of her own.
so it's best to eat then worry about anything else later when a single wolf ear, pierced and everything, rises in alice's direction. her mouth was open while those wolf teeth of hers bit down into a thing of toast, how did she sleep? amber eyes fall on alice quietly while she joins in thought. she slept too well. she doesn't always, but it was enough rest for her to feel less like death from the week of partying.
"I slept fine."
quick and easy, but she's a terrible conversation partner on even her best days. not a bad listener, though, or bad for company despite her appearance and demeanor. she's only like others making do with what she has in this hellish resort.
aftercare
but that's not here, it also isn't conversation she's willing to have after a night with a stranger. texas had risen first (as former mafia wolves do) for the sake of quietly leaving, but decided against it. instead she stayed, dressed in a nice button up shirt and black panties only while taking in hand a bit of egg and bacon for herself. she didn't expect company (honestly it's a blur on if they did anything, texas has slept with her fair share during the party) nor did she question being in this room much. she was starving and had a raging headache of her own.
so it's best to eat then worry about anything else later when a single wolf ear, pierced and everything, rises in alice's direction. her mouth was open while those wolf teeth of hers bit down into a thing of toast, how did she sleep? amber eyes fall on alice quietly while she joins in thought. she slept too well. she doesn't always, but it was enough rest for her to feel less like death from the week of partying.
"I slept fine."
quick and easy, but she's a terrible conversation partner on even her best days. not a bad listener, though, or bad for company despite her appearance and demeanor. she's only like others making do with what she has in this hellish resort.