He's fairly certain he's just gained a packmate, and more specifically, a mate. Fuck. He never should have had dinner with her, not this quickly. It's not that he regrets the evening, just how fast this all happened. He should've taken the time to get to know her better. Instead, he has a relative stranger waiting for him in his bed.
A century!
Though to be fair, she doesn't know all that much about him, either. But, Ryan points out to himself a shade bitterly, she doesn't have instincts hemming in her actions. He already knows from experience how well it works trying to ignore them. Just look at Suzi and Deitmar.
Damn, it's cold out. Ryan plucks at his shirt, peeling the fabric off of his chest before letting it settle back on his skin. Where is that dog? He's about to howl again when he sees a dark shape speeding across the lawn. A grin breaks out when Damocles is close enough to hear.
Sir! Sir! There you are! I thought something had happened! I'm so happy to see you! I love you, sir! I'm glad you're here! It's cold out! And the rabbits tried to steal a bone, but I ate it instead! So happy to see you!
Yes, yes, Ryan rolls his eyes, cheerfully ruffling the dog's ears. I love you, too, you great idiot. It's said fondly as Ryan gets low enough for the Doberman to greet him properly. Come on, let's get upstairs.
Ryan opens the door to let them both in. Damocles doesn't quite prance around him all the way to the stairs, having been better trained than that, but it's a close thing. Ryan is regaled with the story of the defeat of the plaid rabbit, which lasts all the way until they're back at his room.
Well done, Damocles. Good job. Now, we have a guest tonight-
Is it Suzi? Or Deitmar? We haven't seen them for ages!
No, it's not. Our guest's name is River, and I want you to be on your best behaviour. That's an order, understood?
Yes, sir!
Good. Ryan opens the door for them, eyebrows going up when he sees River stretched out on the bed. A slow smile is spreading as Damocles skids into the room, then scrapes to a halt with his nose sniffing madly.
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Date: 2009-02-24 07:04 am (UTC)What did he just get himself into?
He's fairly certain he's just gained a packmate, and more specifically, a mate. Fuck. He never should have had dinner with her, not this quickly. It's not that he regrets the evening, just how fast this all happened. He should've taken the time to get to know her better. Instead, he has a relative stranger waiting for him in his bed.
A century!
Though to be fair, she doesn't know all that much about him, either. But, Ryan points out to himself a shade bitterly, she doesn't have instincts hemming in her actions. He already knows from experience how well it works trying to ignore them. Just look at Suzi and Deitmar.
Damn, it's cold out. Ryan plucks at his shirt, peeling the fabric off of his chest before letting it settle back on his skin. Where is that dog? He's about to howl again when he sees a dark shape speeding across the lawn. A grin breaks out when Damocles is close enough to hear.
Sir! Sir! There you are! I thought something had happened! I'm so happy to see you! I love you, sir! I'm glad you're here! It's cold out! And the rabbits tried to steal a bone, but I ate it instead! So happy to see you!
Yes, yes, Ryan rolls his eyes, cheerfully ruffling the dog's ears. I love you, too, you great idiot. It's said fondly as Ryan gets low enough for the Doberman to greet him properly. Come on, let's get upstairs.
Ryan opens the door to let them both in. Damocles doesn't quite prance around him all the way to the stairs, having been better trained than that, but it's a close thing. Ryan is regaled with the story of the defeat of the plaid rabbit, which lasts all the way until they're back at his room.
Well done, Damocles. Good job. Now, we have a guest tonight-
Is it Suzi? Or Deitmar? We haven't seen them for ages!
No, it's not. Our guest's name is River, and I want you to be on your best behaviour. That's an order, understood?
Yes, sir!
Good. Ryan opens the door for them, eyebrows going up when he sees River stretched out on the bed. A slow smile is spreading as Damocles skids into the room, then scrapes to a halt with his nose sniffing madly.
Whoa! What were you guys doing in here?
Ryan? Facepalms.