5/30/2025, 6:13 PM
The girl looked guilty as all Hel. Sverke offered her an unimpressed, pensive expression - not particularly put out by her crime's effects but mostly amused by her apparent horror at what she'd accidentally done. She looked silly, which in turn he felt made him look even more impressive than usual. So, this girl was alright.
Until another figure showed up, a stark contrast to the girl's delicate fawn-spots and peach-toned fur. This boy was bright as a flame, a dark wick cutting through the saturated orange. And he was also loud, and throwing a fit, which might've been ok by Sverke had he not immediately whirled to march off and tattle.
Ick. If he had such an issue with the girl's crime, why not just teach her a lesson with his teeth? Sverke moved swiftly, deftly sidling up to the tall boy with a peacemaker's easy-going nonchalance draped around his shoulders.
Hey, hey, let's not go bothering the grown-ups with this little misunderstanding, huh? They're not gonna do anything serious about it.
Sverke hadn't missed the boy's sneer directed at the girl. His tail swayed lazily side to side, mind churning with ideas. He offered the boy a conspiratorial grin.
We can make her make up for it ourselves, whaddya say?Make her run laps or something harmless, of course. The last thing Sverke wanted to happen at this weird (interesting) party was his dad appearing like a two-toned specter of righteous vengeance again.
