wesleyjung

[wesleyjung]

"You know me oh so well." He chuckled as he picked up his new kitten he had just gotten as a gift not long ago. 

I wanted to try my had at art

"I don’t think you would even if I paid you."

[wesleyjung]

You want me to pose for you?

I wanted to try my had at art

This could easily be solved by you posing for me instead. 

[wesleyjung]

This is what you get for having strange people to be your model. 

I wanted to try my had at art

I never said I needed you to pose nude. Please put your clothes back on.

[wesleyjung]

He had been walking around with his new kitten he got as a gift in his arms. Not necessarily paying any heed to who was around him, he stopped when he heard the other. Turning around with an obvious distaste look on his face, Wesley then noticed the master. 

"Was that meant to be a 'hello'?"

Boiling Blood || Roderick & Open

Roderick’s entire body is hot, anger feeling alive, rather than just an emotion, crawling under his skin and itching at his fingernails, making him scrape them against his thighs to try and distract him from the feel of claws wanting to extend, to keep himself in check. Even his eyes burn bright as they flicker gold, and his jaw clenches the moment he hears footsteps. “Be careful what you say, or it may be the last time you’re able to speak.”

[wesleyjung]

His ear flickered at the contact, giving another light huff as he realized that he was probably not going to be left alone. Getting up on his feet, the smaller wolf turned around and pounced on the older. Bringing his paws up, Wesley smothered the other in the face. 

The pup knew that the other probably thought his behaviour was strange but like always, Wesley wasn't much for sharing. A low playful growl escaped him as he went around and gnawed at the older wolf's tail without any intention of letting go.

It should have concerned him how little the pup was moving, how little he was doing much of anything at all. Instead the wolf is calmed by the little notions of affection. Surely there was a reason that the pup didn’t want to move, didn’t want to run. Something must’ve happened. Some sort of thing that didn’t make sense whatsoever to the animal as it rested, coiled about the younger wolf.

Idly he is reminded of the long nights spent coiled up with two of his pups, with Dexter and Wesley fighting for prime position at his side and the notes of amusement he’d felt watching them. A brief lick is given to the pup’s muzzle, confusion settling as a reminder to question the boy and why he was so terribly quiet. Huffing softly, the Alpha makes a brief motion to settle atop the pup, to gnaw at his ear lightly and to tug with idle playfulness.

[wesleyjung]

Just as with Caleb, it would seem that Wesley has received a gift as well. This one is a small box that moves and shifts about as if alive. Atop it, beside the holes near the top, rests a folded piece of parchment; `I cannot replace what was lost to the North. But I hope, in some part, this will ease the ache. Care for him as I care for you. Happy Valentines. -E` A tiny paw is quick to peak out as the box moves about once more giving some clue as to what the gift is inside. Beside the box is another small, thin, package. This one is far less innocent in it’s intentions and coupled with it is another note. You've been a good boy. Should you find yourself curious, we can test your limits.

He was more curious about the twitching box when he saw a paw stuck out of it. Immediately taking off the cover, a little white kitten looked up at him. Wesley gently picked him up and cuddled it in his arms. The omega’s eyes would have visibly showed just how happy he was with his new kitten even if he didn’t express it. Instead, he held the kitten to his eye level so he could stare at it straight in the eye.

"…..Chaser Jr." He chuckled, shaking his head. "…..Shiro." He decided. Wesley had been playing with Shiro for far too long before he noticed the smaller package. Taking it out, his eyes widened at the note. He really hadn’t expected it, but for now, the cat was more important. 

[wesleyjung]

Do they not let you out of here for at least a bathroom break? Or are you doomed to rot in here 

Like what? My bed? Kinda gotta sleep on that. 

[wesleyjung]

"Retaliation. And merely because I don't care what you think."

"I wonder if she's coming back..."

[wesleyjung]

You can always burn something in this place.

I can’t really do that in a cell, Wesley…

[wesleyjung]

Please, I already burned something already. You're a bit too late on that. You're more than welcome to do it on your own and I'll watch.

Is this the part when you ask me to burn something down with you?

[wesleyjung]

"It's called pestering you."

"I wonder if she's coming back..."

[wesleyjung]

Certainly surprised me. 

I like this version of you.

I am capable of being bitter…even if I don’t like being bitter. 

[wesleyjung]

"As if I care."

"I wonder if she's coming back..."

[wesleyjung]

"Someone's in a mood."

"I wonder if she's coming back..."

[wesleyjung]

I wasn't implying you were the definition of optimistic but you sound more bitter than me. 

My bad, would you like for me to barf up rainbows and glitter for you? Do you ever have decent conversations with anyone?

[wesleyjung]

"Shut up then."

"I wonder if she's coming back..."

[wesleyjung]

I don't recall you being so pessimistic. Actually, I don't recall ever having a decent conversation with you.

Sorry, I tend to forget that I’m not in the real world.