Will We Survive? (1X1 w/ BurntPickle & Amandar)

[Valeska]

PLOT:
Two teenage werewolves live in the woods a long way from humanity. They constantly annoy each other and get on each others nerves. A new threat is arising, forcing the two foes to work together to survive. Will they live or will they die?
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Username: Amandar
Character Name: My birth name is Cecilia Jackson. I never like to hear or use my real name so I go by Ferrell or CJ. I only let others call me by my given name if they earn my trust or if they have a personal relationship with me. Whichever comes first I guess.
Nickname: Ferrell or CJ
Character Age: I'm 19 years old.
Species: I'm a human who can shift into a wolf. I'm commonly know as a shifter or a werewolf. Though, I like to be considered a werewolf.
Gender: I'm a Female, duh.
Appearance:
In my human form I am a 5" 10' girl with a strong back. I'm fairly thin, only putting food in my body that I need to survive. I have mild white skin, with a Northern American accent. I have one brown eye and one blue eye known as Heterochromia, which are unusual, often scaring others but also intriguing some to my disgust. I have mid-back brunette hair. My right arm was amputated to the top of my right shoulder so I only have one arm. I always have some kind of cut, bruise, or injury on my body. My body is a battlefield literally. Scars can be found all over my body. My teeth are white, straight, and sharp. I often wear dark pants and shirts to blend in with my surroundings, along with brown hiking boots, though I can be casual when I am at home.
In wolf form I have a dark chocolate brown coat with a large patch of grey on my back. I have blue eyes instead of one blue and one brown eye. I only have three legs to stand on, instead of four while in wolf form. I have lots of scars all over my body, big and small. Most I've gotten while in fights, while others I've received in more personal situations. My wolf form is of average size and weight for a female wolf.
Wolf:

Human Form:

Personality:
It’s funny you may ask this. Depending on who you talk to we may or may not share the same opinion. I guess I can say I like to be on my own because I don’t always trust others. I don’t make friends easily. Some people think I’m brave and insane at the same time for my actions. Some just think it too weird to interact with me. I'm not afraid to risk my life for another, though sometimes I regret having helped later on. I almost never back down from a fight, in human or wolf form, unless for good reason. Though I try my best to not bite off more than I can chew. I’m kind to those that deserve it, though I can be kind of stubborn when others are trying to help me when I don’t want it. I’m a hard puzzle to crack but if someone ever does they won’t be sorry. I'm outgoing and don't give up very easily. I’m very smart and had 4.0s in all of my classes until the day I had to drop out of school. I’m very swift in human form and in wolf form, even though I have three legs. I can hold my tongue when need be; most of the time. I have almost no patience for prideful males and snotty females. They grind on my nerves, often making the angry side come out. I’m a good actor, which is helpful when I need to get out of tough scrapes. My personally differs depending on the situation at hand. All I say is don’t judge me by my appearance. I am far from weak so watch out! You won’t know what I’m like until you have truly met me. I might just surprise you.
History:
I've lived a fairly normal life until the age of eleven, when my parents and I got into a car accident. My parents died and I ran away to live a lonely life. I managed to enroll myself in school by sneaking into classes from time to time. Though that all came to an abrupt stop when I shifted for the first time in school.
After that incident I skipped school and managed to join a wolf pack long enough to learn how to hunt and fight. When I shape-shift I like to say I glitch. When the pure-bred wolves found out I could shift, they chased me way out of their territory. Ever since, I've done a lot of traveling.
Until one day I found myself saving a pack wolf from drowning in a frozen river. I saved the wolf's life but I was never the same after that again. The wolf's life came at a price for me. My right arm was that price because in the incident I had managed to shatter the bone when rescuing the girl. I felt really lost after that but good that I had saved someone's life.
Things were starting to look brighter for me because for once in my life I actually had friends for a change. Until people from the Labs captured me, doing tests on me, and... Just thinking about the Labs give my goose bumps. If you want to know about that part of my life you will have to ask me in person. It was just so horrible that I can't write it down on paper.
Of course with a little help I escaped the Labs. Just recently did I settle down in a three room cabin out deep in the woods. Okay, I don't really own it but I have been calling it home for a couple of years now. Too bad I have a nosy neighbor who I have to constantly get off my back. UGH!
Likes:
*Puppies and babies
*Running until I drop
*Reading a good book
*Fighting and hunting
*Winning a fight
Dislikes:
*People (especially males) who are so full of themselves and expect everyone to respect them without giving anything in return.
*People making fun of my arm. They have no idea what I did to lose it.
*Watching others suffer. I personally would rather suffer than them.
* People underestimating my fighting skills and talents because of my arm.
Strengths:
*Fast runner in both forms.
*Good at fencing and knife throwing.
Weaknesses:
*Left arm amputated so I have a lot of limitations because of it.
*Often go too far and get myself hurt.
*Can't control when I shift from human form to wolf form, so my body starts to glitch (shift out of control.)
Kin: My father who I don’t want to talk about.
Crush: Ha! Crushes are for weak people. Crushes mess with your mind, making you act all weird.
Mate: You need a crush before you can have a mate. It makes sense. I won’t EVER have one. (So she thinks...)
Pups: I wouldn't mind pups but...
Other: I never eat any fun food if I can help it. I either hunt in human form with my knife or else I wait to hunt when I’m in wolf form. Human food has long since made me lose my appetite. I only eat it if I really have to or someone forces me to.

[exixst]

◤ _______◥
Name:
Leyton Arias
Nickname:
Leyt
Pronunciations:
Leyton (Late-un)
Deon (Dee-on)
Arias (Are-eye-es)
Leyt (Late)
Age:
Almost twenty.
Gender:
Male
◣ _______◢

Leyt, overall, is very cocky, sarcastic, and over-confident.
And definitely not shy - maybe he's even a little too open sometimes.
He's got himself quite the ego, but is mostly just a humorous boy with a
strong sense of humor. Leyt isn't exactly the smartest guy out there, but is
definitely creative, and headstrong, too. The boy rarely backs down from a
challenge, and can be stubborn when he doesn't agree with something. Still,
he's fairly laid-back about subjects he isn't passionate about, and often doesn't
get involved with things that aren't affecting him. He's kind of pessimistic about
a lot of things, but can be flirtatious, and enjoys playfully teasing his peers.
He gets along well with others like himself, who can take and make a joke,
and don't get super insulted about small things.

Leyton was born as a pack wolf, actually. His parents were the alphas - technically
- and he was raised like one. That's where he picked up such a cocky attitude
and his over-confidence. He was used to getting what he wanted, and learned
how to be assertive, maybe even how to be too pushy. Though, he was
definitely a troublesome child. He loved to get into trouble and mess with things
he wasn't supposed to. Heck, he still does.
Nothing tragic happened to him. He had a pretty good life. He just ended up
growing too old, and wanted to on his own for once. Leyt's always been the
type to need a little bit of space for himself, so having a bunch of others
living with him wasn't in his best interest. So he left peacefully, only getting
some disappointment from his father, who had expected Leyt to take his place.
Of course, Leyt is too irresponsible to be any kind of leader, and the boy knew
that. Instead of living the life he was expected to, he simply found himself a little
place to stay that wasn't too close to humanity, and tried to blend in and not
bring much attention to himself.

◤ _______◥
Crush:
None yet.
Height:
6'1''
Weight:
163 lbs
Scars:
A few
minor ones
here and
there.
One deep
slash
across his
back.
◣ _______◢

[Valeska]

Ferrell made her way deeper into the thick and luscious green forest. Her footsteps quietly made contact with the ground, her breath catching on the breeze passing through the trees. Ferrell’s heterochromia eyes took in every movement, may it be a small rodent or a leaf blowing in the wind. Her nose scenting for danger or more specifically, an unwelcome guest named Leyton Arias. So far so good. No sign of him…yet. Ferrell told herself as she continued on her way to check on the hunting traps she had set.

A smile played on her face at all the life around her. She never stopped wondering how amazing and mysterious nature was. Ferrell took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment only to snap her eyes open at the sudden quietness surrounding her. On instinct Ferrell crouched down on the forest floor, her senses alert for anything unusual. Ferrell couldn't sense anything and the birds had picked up their cheerful chatter, making her conclude that there was no danger. Ferrell stood back up, wiping away the dirt in her brown hunting pants. She continued on towards her destination, pausing only once for a drink of water by a nearby stream. Her stomach growled loudly causing her to pick up the pace.

Ferrell stepped out from behind a oak tree a broad smile on her face, expecting to find prey caught in her traps. Her face turned down in a frown at not seeing anything caught in it. As she got closer she could smell a strong scent of rabbit. There was another smile mixed in with the rabbit, causing Ferrell's blood to boil in anger. "Leyton!!!" Ferrell yelled into the forest, startling birds into flight. Ferrell swore under her breath as she continued along her trap trail, knowing exactly what she would find in each rep. Empty nothingness. As she went from one trap to the next, she found her prediction correct. Nothing. Not one scrap of meat in sight. Ferrell knew what she had to do, no matter how much she hated it. And she didn't waste any time in putting her plan into action.

Ferrell marched in the direction of Leyton's wooden cabin, about three miles from her traps, and five miles from her own wooden cabin. She didn't even hesitate when she passed their territory border. He had already broken that rule long ago so she didn't think it applied to her either. When his cabin finally came into view Ferrell didn't even break stride. She stomped right up to the cabin and aimed to jerk the door open, only to find it locked. "Ahhh!!!" Ferrell growled in irritation. She banged her fist against the door. "I know that you're in there. Get you sorry hide out here before I burn down the cabin and you know I will." Ferrell smiled on the inside remembering when she had caught his house on fire. He had managed to put it out to her disgust. Ferrell waited for Leyton to come out of his safe zone. Ferrell was tempted to ouch him in the face, the second he stepped outside, hoping she hit hard enough to knock him out.

[exixst]

Leyton was running through the forest, multiple others by his side. His tongue lolled about, a wicked breeze pressing his ears and fur back, and his heart was racing with excitement. Paws slapped the earth, ripping up roots and bushes, and dirt was tossed about. Yips and barks echoed from everyone, including himself. Sunlight above was cracking through the cover of leaves and trees above him, speckling his dark furred back with innocent splotches of warmth. He'd dodge around trees, and other large foliage, but would often lunge over others, just to be impressive. That was how he was. He loved showing off to others. Always had.

In front of him, he could see a brilliant light, beckoning the entire pack forwards with its welcoming colors. He could smell the change already. He could feel it, even. The way that the vast, open fields would make him feel like he owned everything. Not a tree would be found. Wild grass would tickle at his legs. The younger pups in the pack would romp around, nipping at one another playfully while they enjoyed the new scents and smells. Birds would sing their songs, and all of those dark clouds in the sky would simply disappear. It would feel like paradise to him. Nobody would bother him, nobody would disrupt him, and there wouldn't be a single quarrel.

The pack pushed their pace, eager to reach such a beautiful land. They pounded at the earth, using it to propel themselves at unimaginable speeds. For a human, at least. Humans could only go so fast, even in their handy dandy cars. But those were nothing compared to his pack. Their energy only sped them up, and their grace was top notch. In moments, Leyt could hear the blades of grass brushing together, tickling one another to create such a peaceful chorus.

And then there was a bang. Multiple ones, actually. Like something slapping at wood. This wasn't right. That's not how things normally go. "Get you sorry hide out here before I burn down the cabin and you know I will," he heard. Those weren't the words he was used to. That wasn't the voice from his pack.

It was Ferrel.

Leyt let out a low growl, his eyes struggling open. Fortunately, his face was pressed into the cushion of the couch, so he wasn't forced to be greeted with daylight. Squeezing his eyes shut once more, he tried to go back to sleep, but the threat of his place being burned down was bothersome. She'd done it before. He'd nearly torn her throat out at that very moment. Fortunately, though, nothing too bad happened. Except for the fact that he was forced to make repairs. The wood was discolored where that had happened. With this in mind, it convinced him to roll over onto his back, only to find that there wasn't any more couch to lay on. His body hit the wooden floor belong him, knocking the breath from his chest until he could suck another one in.

Leyt cursed under his breath as sat up. He was dressed in loose clothing. Or, rather, just some baggy pants. His shirt was nowhere to be found, at least on his body. It was actually just hanging across the arm rest of the couch, and he snatched it and pulled it over his bare chest while he stood, and then dragged his feet over to the door. Swinging it open, he glared down at the girl who stood on his porch.

"What do you want?" He asked, his voice a little hoarse from just waking from a nap. His hair was a complete mess at the moment from how much he'd moved in his sleep. His eyelids were heavy, and he had a little five o'clock shadow going on around his jaw. And, not only that, his shirt was inside out.

[Valeska]

Ferrell had a hard time not lighting a match and letting Leyt's house burn to the ground right then and there. But she couldn't believe he's stolen her prey. Didn't he know how hard she worked to set those traps? It took her about half a day to set them up and another half of a day to take them down. She wasn't one for wasting time, as well as decent food. Ferrell's stomach growled in hunger making her anger escalate. If he was stealing her food just for the fun of it, then he had a lot coming to him. But if he was stealing her food because he was having a hard time collecting food himself, then she might be able to work a deal with him. Just maybe. Though she couldn't think of any reason why he wasn't capable of hunting his own food. The last time she had seen him, he appeared to be good in health, mind, and spirit. She knew Leyt was a trickster and enjoyed causing trouble but she hadn't thought of him capable of going this far. It made her skin all prickly just thinking of all the trouble he had caused her in the past few years. She'd made sure to pay him back nicely with each prank or piece of trouble he'd placed in her life. Ferrell couldn't stop a smile from forming on her face. She did have to admit it was fun from time to time by not at the moment.

Ferrell's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a low growl come from behind the door. Her smile quickly evaporated into thin air, remembering why she was there. To confront a thief and to take what he had stolen from her back. Her dark eyebrows rose at the sound of a sharp thud followed by a stream of somewhat quiet cursing. What is going on in there? Ferrell wondered as she was about to call out. She gave a small jump backwards when the door opened swiftly to show Leyt looking as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. Ferrell couldn't help but wonder what he had been dreaming about. If she had to guess she would say he had been running in his sleep, with his messy hair and shadowed eyes acting as evidence.

"Well look at you! Seems as if you had a tiring night stealing prey from my traps." Ferrell told Leyt calmly before snapping at him with barred teeth. "Do you know how long it took me to set those traps? It takes twice as long for me to do it than the average human because I only have one arm. I'd like to see you attempt to do everything I do with one arm!" Ferrell snapped at him, taking a step closer so her face was about three inches away from his. Ferrell's blue and brown eyes glared into his eyes, daring him to deny his involvement in stealing her prey. Her lips curled into a snarl, waiting tensely for Leyt to respond. Her left hand was hovering over her knife in case she needed to use it. A few strands of her brunette hair had gotten entangled in her mouth when she had spoken but she decided to ignore it; her full attention on Leyt.

(You have my permission to have Leyt powerplay on Ferrell as long as there is no serious injury or death if you so wish.)

[exixst]

Leyt raised his eyebrows slightly when Ferrell was suddenly in his face. "When did I do that?" He asked in a low murmur, not even bothering to step backwards, even though his personal space was being invaded. He was too tired to care, honestly. She could probably smack him with a wooden board, and he'd simply flash some obscene gesture and move on with life. At least, that's what he would do right now. Let him wake up a little bit and he might kick her in the shin or something if she did that. He wasn't the kind of guy who liked hurting others, but wasn't the kind of guy who let others hurt him, either.

After thinking for a moment, the lightbulb went off in his mind. "Oh, yeah," He scratched at his cheek, glancing over his shoulder inside of the cabin. With a sigh, he slouched against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest and holding her fierce gaze with his own calm, tired one. "I needed a little snack, sorry. I only took one, though; if you think you're missing more, then they probably get snagged by a bear or something. I'm surprised you even noticed this time. I take one pretty often," he exhaled sharply in the form of an airy chuckle, turning his body in such a way so he rolled along the door frame, inside. "Come in, the majority of it is still here. I had a leg, and that's all. The rest is in the kitchen," he strolled inside calmly, but turned around suddenly and shot her a glare. "But if you touch, break, or burn anything, I will hit you with my couch," he warned, but then spun around on a heel and continued into the kitchen-ish area, where the remains of the rabbit were simply sitting out. Leyt had gotten too tired to do anything with it, and had somehow found his way to the couch.

He hadn't been lying when he said he only ate a little bit of it. But he had been lying when he said he only took one. In fact, he took two. The other one was long gone now. Though, its bones were in the trash. He didn't expect company, and, thus, didn't bother trying to hide the evidence. And he didn't even remember that he'd put them there, actually. "Here," he peeled the rabbit off of the counter and held it out to her to take, not even paying any attention to the blood that dripped out of its open wound and onto the floor. He'd clean it up later. Or cover it up with something. Whichever was easier.

[Valeska]

Ferrell stood there with her blood boiling. She opened her mouth to ask him how he couldn't remember when he rudely cut her off. She set her jaw, curled her fist, and waited for him to give her some more information or she was going to give him a piece of her mind and maybe even her fist. He went on to explain that he needed a little "snack" and admitted to taking at least one on a weekly basis. No wonder I kept smelling fox on at least one of my traps. He must of been covering his trail with fox scat. Ferrell told herself somewhat impressed but more irritated then ever. Her fist was just dying to slam into his jaw or his gut. She told herself that in just a bit she could let her fist connect with something. May it be human flesh or a wall.

Ferrell didn't say anything as Leyt led her into his cabin to give back her stolen part eaten rabbit. Yeah, like I want it back after your filthy mouth's been all over it? Ferrell thought to herself, holding back the urge to roll her eyes. As she stepped over the threshold, Ferrell screwed up her nose in disgust at the horrible odor. It smelled like something had died in the cabin and was rotting. Though from the looks of it, it wasn't a dead animal at all but a very messy and dirty cleaning environment. Ferrell's skin shuttered at the thought of living in such a mess. She was leaning down to pick up a shirt on the floor when Leyt turned around to glare at her, as he threatened to throw his couch at her if she touched anything.

Ferrell knew she should just do as he said but she found herself picking up the grey shirt, curling it in her hand, then threw the shirt at his face when he turned around to hand back her rabbit. A deep growl escaped her throat as she got closer to Leyt. "What makes you think I'll want that part eaten rabbit you stole from me?" She snarled, pointing a finger at the bleeding body in his hand. "You knew perfectly well what you were doing when you stole from me, yet you act like it can be fixed so easily." Ferrell accused him, standing her ground, not caring a bit if he threw his couch on her or not. "Stealing is wrong no matter how you look at it. You have bigger territory than me to begin with and higher quality territory on top of that, so I don't see why you have any pathetic reason to steal from me." Ferrell snarled as she strode up to Leyt and aimed to slam her fist into gut, as well as try to kick him in the shin.

[exixst]

Leyton frowned a little bit when the shirt hit him in the face. His nose crinkled up until it fell to the floor, landing in a heap by his feet. He glanced down at it with raised eyebrows before flicking the same gaze back at Ferrell, trying to give off a silent "Really?" look without having to actually say it. Okay, so he wasn't going to hit her with his couch. That would probably be impossible. It wasn't even a couch, really. More of a cot. But it was too big to lift and aim correctly, and he knew that. But he definitely could spit out as many threats as he pleased, no matter how empty they were.
Plus, hitting people with your couch/cot wasn't very nice.

"You clearly don't understand my motives," he said, leaning back to slap the refused rabbit carcass onto the counter. "it has nothing to do with my inability to-" as he was speaking, suddenly there was a fist in his gut, and something hitting his shin. He didn't double over or make a huge deal about it, but he did feel his breath puff out of his chest, and it didn't feel very good to be punched. "Ferrell, if you wanted to feel my abs, all you had to do was ask," he muttered through gritted teeth, though had a hard time talking at first due to the lack of air in his lungs. After a moment, he used a hand to drive her fist away from his gut, setting it by her side and taking a deep breath to keep himself calm. "As I was saying, the stealing has nothing to do with my inability to hunt for myself. In fact, I could do it easily. It's just that I choose not to. And, I also like getting on your nerves. You're funny when you're mad," Except when you punch me in the gut. That's not funny. That kind of hurt.

While he wasn't really aware of it, Leyt was quite lonely most of the time. He was raised in a pack, and left them by choice. He wasn't used to be alone and isolated so often, and the only way he really knew how to get attention was to be irritating to the one living thing nearby. So, for him, it was working. He was getting a little bit of company, even though there were many other ways that he could get the same effect without being so annoying. And despite the fact that she was clearly upset at him, he was okay with it, for the most part. At least he wasn't left alone with a bunch of trees and squirrels.

"Look, if you'd like, I'll go into town and buy you a couple pounds of meat. Fresh and sanitary - for the most part," he offered, raising a brow to see if she'd answer him. The nearest town really wasn't close by, and there wasn't much money he had, but he could always run, and there was bound to be some guy who would gladly hand over a couple bills to save his own life. Leyt was okay was threatening people. In many cases, they deserved it.

[Valeska]

Ferrell yanked her hand away when Leyt removed her fist from his gut. She didn't appreciate males touching her no matter how short the contact was. "Don't touch me!" Ferrell snarled, feeling as if his touch had singed her skin. She didn't meet his gaze, knowing he'd be able to see the fear in her eyes. She had had a bad history with males in general but not until after she'd experienced life in the Labs. It was like a living nightmare. It took skill and courage to fight off the things they'd throw at her. Many were impossible to fight when very few she was able to fight. The reason why she had been captured in the first place was because she had let a secret undercover agent steal her heart, leading her to a living nightmare that still haunts her in her sleep. That was another reason why she was so angry at Leyt for stealing. Many things in her life had been stolen from her. Some of those things could never be replaced. It tore at her heart everyday at the littlest thought of them.

Ferrell winced when Leyt explained his motives to her. It hurt more than it should have but in the end it stung. So that's how he sees me? Like a project to be experimented on or some cat and mouse game where I play the role of the mouse to be batted wwith? Ferrell thought to herself, trying to figure out if she should feel offended or angry. She guessed she was both offended and angry. She had been many people's experiments throughout her years. Not much change in that category. "Thanks! You haven't been the only one to find humor in my anger. I really appreciate it!" Ferrell told Leyt with false excitement. She hugged her right shoulder with her left arm in a comforting action.

Ferrell heard her stomach growl loudly, knowing that she needed to eat soon or she might start to glitch. She wished she could take back the rabbit she had so stupidly refused. She knew better than to ask for it back a second time because Leyt most likely wouldn't give it to her. Ferrell knew she needed to leave before Leyt or herself made things worse. "No. You don't need to go into town to waste money on me. It wouldn't agree with my stomach anyway." Ferrell paused, lost for words in front of Leyt for the first time ever. After an awkward silence she walked towards the cabin door, going to let herself out when she caught the scent of another rabbit in the cabin. She drank the scent in deeper, realizing it was another of her stolen rabbits but the blood and bones of the rabbit. As she turned around to face Leyt, a weird buzz in the back of her head warned her of her form shifting. She tried to grab for the door handle quickly but wasn't faster enough to do so before her body shifted into her brown pelt, blue eyed, scarred wolf body.

Ferrell looked up at Leyt and met his gaze. She wanted to rip his throat out because of how emotionally drained he made her feel. Ferrell calmly trotted over to the garbage bin and knocked it over with her brown snout. Out spilled the bones of one of her stolen rabbits. She looked from the bones to Leyt then back again. Silently she shook her head in disappointment. "Why must you lie to mme Leyt? If you are so desperate for my company, all you have to do is ask it. I'm not the only one who gets lonely out here." Ferrell told him straight up, then turned around and hopped over to a corner of the cabin before laying herself down with her back to him.

[exixst]

Leyton's eyebrows rose in surprise, and despite the fact he was no longer touching her, drew his own hand back in response. "Sorry," he apologized immediately, his eyes flitting off to the side anxiously. He didn't fully understand the way she felt about certain things, since he didn't go through the same experiences. So, in his mind, he was just pretty sure she hated him because he was jerk - and that was fully possible. Leyt was kind of a jerk at times, to those who could put up with him. Those who couldn't usually didn't come find him again. And while he did enjoy teasing others, and making them a little irritated, he never tried to go too far. He did have some social standards. Some.

To her sarcastic outburst, he sighed lightly, and tried to meet her gaze, but instead just let his eyes drift away once more. "I didn't mean it like that," he murmured, running a hand through his hair stressfully. "You know how I am. I'm not that unpredictable," he admitted, scrambling to put together words that made sense and didn't sound stupid, but were serious. Being serious wasn't his strong point. He liked to face problems with humor. Sarcasm and jokes were like his wall of security that he could hide behind when things got out of his hands. But, apparently, that wasn't working today. He doubted that by continuing on that path would make things any better.

He grimaced lightly, pursing his lips together in thought. "Then... Then I'll go find you something. Or we'll go to the creek, and see what's there. Ferrell..." He sighed when she started to leave, actually feeling bad about his choices now. But then she suddenly shifted, and then immediately went into his kitchen to knock over the trash. At first he thought she was just being mean and making more of a mess, but then he saw what she was looking at. His breath hitched in his chest, and for a moment, he didn't know how to reply. By the time he was able to gather up some words, she was already sitting in a corner, turned away from him. "The whole 'I-can't-see-you-you-can't-see-me-thing' doesn't actually exist, Fer," he said quietly, but eventually strolled over and sank against a wall a couple feet away. Maybe six or seven. Not that he was actually counting. "I'm that easy to see through?" He breathed an airy, halfhearted chuckle, his voice almost coming out a whisper. "Listen, Ferrell... I'm sorry. I am. I'm apologizing, so you know I'm not lying about this... But you're right, I am kind of just some lonely pup. I know, it's pathetic; don't laugh. I know I'm kind of a jerk sometimes, but I don't mean to make you so upset..." He fell silent for a moment, breathing slowly. "Forgive me for asking, but am I really the only reason you're pissed off? Or is it something else?"