Troll Gonna Get His Ass KICKED on Day 31
DICK.
Huge, blue, moss-covered... I mean, fur-covered DICK.
I assumed after the whole thing at his parents' house, with Roznik all snuggly on the flight back to Sen'jin, being nice to me and all, we'd gotten past him being an asshole. Nope. Not happening.
Evidently, that evil grin he flashed when hearing about my oath was not a joke, but a warning, and it still held. Mother fucker!
No offense to Jozala.
Was it necessary to tutor me in hunting techniques without a shirt on? Is there some unwritten law that states 'all after dinner activities must be conducted with snug pants that hug the hips deliciously and leave no frickin' doubt as to the wearer's endowments'?
Son of a bitch. Under any other circumstances, yeah, I'd like me some of that. Except I swore a fucking oath, and he knows it!
There was no justification for getting so close to me, for softly touching me, for flaunting his completely ripped and hot bod in the moonlight on a tropical island... No reason for the whispering huskily in my ear, describing the imagery I was supposed to use with Zugzug... Because he apparently forgot my wolf was a female and that's not the kind of attack I was trying to get her to make!
You know, I could have done this easily. I'm not a nymphomaniac, for god's sake. I've gone a month without sex and lived to tell the tale. I've gone a year before! It's not a big god damned deal. And here he is, being fucking adorable, taunting me, flashing his goodies...
How dare he? How dare he do this to me? That son of a bitch!
Assnik, you bastard!