Varou !!!:
The idea was sorely tempting. Having been laying here with her for about over half a hour now Varou had already come close to dozing off three times. But with his attention turned back to Cora’s condition, it occurred to him that he had an important responsibility to ensure her proper care. “Mmmm. Not yet. We should really get you something to eat - well, both of us should eat actually. You just need to more than me.”
There was a whine from the shark. She most certainly did not want to get
due to the pain in her side, knowing that it would be unbearable if she so
much as moved. Cora frowned and looked up at Varou with a look that said
“ please don’t make me move” on her features.
“ But… I’m not hungry. “
And what a lie that was. Her stomach chose to growl in hunger at that
exact moment.
"//Mehhhhhh, okie. But we totes have to do something whenever you get back. :D"
outofsharks:
{ sorry friend. disneyworld awaits me }
⇒ Varou !!! ⇐:
Varou scowls at that answer and gentle raps the smaller girl on the forehead with his knuckles. “You need to be more careful, idiot. That injury could have cost you your life if I hadn’t come across you when I did.” , he scolds, though his anger is quickly disarmed when he feels her feet twining together with his.
His ears stand on end in surprise, and his cheeks gain a pinkish tint - but he makes no real effort to stop her. Interestingly, his arms tighten around her in that moment, snuggling the shark more firmly into his chest. Because she was cold, obviously. She had to be for her to have done something like that. So yeah, he was just helping to keep her warm. That was it and nothing else. Really!
A grimace painted her lips when he knocked on her head, shooting a
frown up towards his way when she noticed his blush and her features
softened. A pleased noise came from Cora’s mouth as she nuzzled her head
into his chest again, a sleepy giggle following suit.
❝
You’re warm, you know that?
Should we just go back to sleep?
❞
⇒ Varou !!! ⇐:
Oh Dust why did she have to focus on that!? His face suddenly darkens several shades of red and he averts his eyes quickly. “I-I was just…I mean, its nothing important…”
Yeah, that was really convincing. Good job Varou.
A narrow of her eyes as she stepped closer to him, her hues focusing on
the deep shade of red that painted Varou’s cheeks.
❝ Don’t lie to me! ❞
⇒ Varou !!! ⇐:
“-Well…yeah, you’re really-” he begins, thinking Cora was talking about the shirt making her look cute, before realization sets in: she was asking if she could really keep the shirt. Whoops. Cue some intense blushing on his end. “I…uh, y-yeah. I mean…absolutely! Its yours now. Um, enjoy it?”
Violet hues narrowed to slits as hands flew to grace her hips, a disgruntled
look painting her visage.
❝ What were you about to say? ❞
She asked with a slight pout.
⇒ Varou !!! ⇐:
Pleased, Varou makes a very rare noise: It was a gentle growl that reverberated in his throat and upper chest - one that only ever came to be in moments of calm like this. More than anything though, it actually resembled more of a purr than a growl. His arms wind back around Cora and he lets her settle against him without any complaints. For a long time after that, there is a lull in activity in which the wolf just lays there with the shark, doing little more than enjoying a quiet moment with her. And honestly? It was pretty nice. He hadn’t let his guard down with another person in so long that he had forgotten how calming and pleasant moments like this could be. How ironic he’d be doing this with Cora, the feared assassin of the White Fang, though. He could still remember clearly the last time he had leered at her in distaste of her profession, as a matter of fact. That was still sort of an issue between them he supposed, but somehow he could finally see past that now - to the young woman behind the killer, and he liked what he had seen thus far. Even more than he knew, truth be told.
At some point Varou’s fingers begin tracing down her skin, where he starts to encounter some of her scars. Past injuries. Frowning, the events of last night return to him yet again, and he pulls back slightly so he can look down at her properly. “I just remembered; that wound in your side. How exactly did you get that? You were a bit too out of it to give me any details at the time.” The tone of his voice was painted in concern, layered with chastation. How had she gotten hurt? Why had she gotten hurt? The wolf didn’t just want to know, he felt that he needed to know.
Violet hues are cast upwards to connect with those belonging to the wolf
faunus, a crease in her brow following suit soon after. A huff escaped her
pursed lips before she fabricated a response, her petite form wriggling
underneath Varou’s strong arms as her foot moved to touch his, toes
wiggling to brush against his.
❝
I was doing my job.
The faunus… he uh… the fucker
managed to get an attack in.
I got careless.
❞
⇒ Varou !!! ⇐:
Blinking once, Varou absently palms the back of his neck as he tries to figure out just how to feel about what he was seeing. Honestly he didn’t care much for the shirt itself since…well…it was just a shirt; ne he had picked up at a shopping center in passing. But Cora seemed pretty attached to it for some reason. He couldn’t quite pin down why that would be, though the way she was reacting to being caught with it made his face feel really warm..
“W-well, I guess you can have it if you want. You um, look pretty cute in it actually.” And she did. The color complimented the natural pigmentation of her eyes and hair very well. Plus it was just a bit too big for her, so it hung around her slender frame in a way that made Cora seem adorably petite.
With fists balled Cora reached a digit up to scratch at the scar on her cheek,
feeling her cheeks warm. The shirt had smelled like him, no wonder she was
attracted to it.
❝ You sure? ❞
""Is that my shirt?""
Send “Is that my shirt?” for your muse finding mine in your muse’s shirt
Accepting!
Coral bit her lip as she nodded silently, crossing her arms across her chest
as if to say “What are you gonna do about it?”
⇒ Varou !!! ⇐:
The wolf quickly untenses as he’s informed that she’s not in danger again, and he allows himself to resume a more comfortable position- namely the position he was currently in minus all of that annoying movement. Though in spite of his body’s boycott against movement, pointed ears twitch reflexively when Cora speaks to him.
“Well no one really stopped me….”, Varou mumbles, eyes blinking down at her slowly. “….and I wasn’t gonna leave you alone so-” Yet another yawn interrupts him. “-I just made myself comfortable.”
A part of him does register how odd their circumstances were- how he should be more concerned about being close to her in this way. But he just felt too lazy to get worked up over it. And as long as she wasn’t trying to kill him….well, why should he?
There’s a blush on the shark’s cheeks as she averts her gaze from his, too
embarrassed to face him. While the warmth of Varou’s body was enticing
and even inviting at the same time, Cora didn’t particularly like being so
close to him. However it appeared that she had little to no choice.
❝ I… g-guess you can stay. ❞
Cora huffed, pressing her forehead to the other’s chest.
"[casually leaves the wolf son in a box marked "Happy Birthday Cora!" for the shark daughter to find]"
❝ It’s not my birthday? ❞
