Chapter 11
"So how did you learn to dance?" Link finally asked when he couldn't bare the burn of the question any longer. He was working on the brink of exhaustion, with the deadline coming up, he had insisted on pulling all nighters. Save competing and sleeping, every moment he had went towards practice.
Wolf shrugged. He was still spry and as alert as ever. "Leon has this thing for Footloose. He used to insist that I practice with him. I guess I just picked it up."
"And you call me gay?" he muttered bitterly.
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Do you need a hug?"
"No, its just that it gets a little annoying after a while."
"Look, elf…uh, Link. I'm sorry. I mean, when I first came to the mansion I figured you were a pussy little bitch, but I have to admit, you're not really as bad as I thought you were. You're a quick study, got a nice cross, loyal to your pack…I mean, family. You're alright." He finished the statement with a rather hard punch to the arm.
"So why do you still act like an asshole?"
"I have an image to keep up. If word gets out that I've gone soft, well everyone would respect me as much as they respect you."
"People respect me."
Wolf's ears perked, his eyes widened in surprise. "Yeah, of course they do. Now do you want a hug?"
"Um. No, I'm alright."
"No, come here, I won't take no for an answer."
"I don't want to hug you."
"We've spent the last week snuggled close together, and now you're afraid to hug me? You have to open your mind more. I thought that teaching you would be a living hell, but its been a nice chance to bond. Come one, you owe me elf."
Wolf looped his arms around Link's abdomen and squeezed him tight, eventually Link embracing him back. He looked around, shivering at the absurdity, sure that somehow someone was watching.
"This is really weird, can we stop?" he finally asked.
"Alright," Wolf shrugged. Poor elf, he didn't feel as the lupine attached a paper sign to his back, with the words "I'M A FAG," written brazenly in colorful marker.