Title: Gotta Have You
Rating: G
Length: 221
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Ther was an Argument and Dom knows nothing else will fix this problem.
The sky was grey, and bleak with a promise of rain. Pulling at thread on his cuff Domitan of Masbolle grimaced as he looked into the sky. But it wasn't the weather that was making his mood, it was the conversation he had had with Kel before his squad had rode out. All he had asked was if she would miss him teasingly, he hadn't expected an argument to come of it! He was only trying to crack he mask a bit, make her blush, he loved it when she blushed. The worst part was after their yelling match the next morning, like a good commander came to see them out. She had tried to hide it, but he could see her red eyes. He knew that somewhere along the line he'd hurt her, though she'd never let him know. Glairing ahead at the road, he took a sip from the warm liquid in his skin. Here he was on his was to Mastiff and he was acting like a whimpering court lady. No amount of crying or the warm liquid he had been drinking would solve this problem. He would simply have to wait till he saw her again. He would take her hand and pull her into a hug, and apologize until she forgave him. Nothing else would do.