Wolfric, the werewolf with literally no style
'In of consciousness, out, in and back fuck1ng out goddammit. whoop! back in...ow...ow fuck1ng OW!' Quinlen repeatedly poked Wolfric with a stick "FOR CHRISTS SAKE DUDE I'M AWAKE!" an evil smile..."oh I know" and one more poke for good measure, Wolfric flung himself out of the car, "the fnck are we?""Elspeth Kersy's place"
"And who's that?"
"Wolfy, ELSPETH KERSY ya know...the girl you had a c-"
"yea right i get it yep totally know who she is now shuddup"
Quinlen gasped "I can't believe it! you still like Elspeth! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ELSPETH OH MY FUCK1NG G-" they both turned at the sound of footsteps "who has a crush on me?"
"WOLFY DOES!" Quinlen collapsed to the ground laughing "This is gold man! Awww Wolfy you should see your face!" Wolfric glared at Quinlen and kicked him "I don''t like you" Elspeth looked at him funny "so you don't like me? Well Wolfric...whatever the hell your last name is, you better get the hell off my property," she looked at his wound, "and get that checked out someplace else"
"Arr that's not what I meant"
"I know, come in" she chuckled, turning on her heel and leading them through the maze of cars, Elspeth gestured for them to stop and they obediently did so just as a dozen arrows flew past their faces "Shit! This place is dangerous" Wolfric remarked, stepping into place behind Quinlen. "You're that jumpy?" Quinlen mocked "nah mate, just getting your back...just gettin' your back" he replied, slowly nodding to Elspeth and Quinlen's amusement.
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