He's just a stranger, some weird little red dickhead who adopted her, like she wasn't nearly an adult herself. She doesn't know why he chose her when there were plenty of other hounds who didn't have her attitude problems, or younger ones that still wanted a parent, or-- fuck anyone except her.
But she doesn't care why, because she's not going to give him the opportunity to get close and disappoint her. She's been there, she's done that, and she doesn't want to dance those steps again. It's better for both of them if she shows him what he's adopted as soon as possible, so they can just get the inevitable abandonment out of the way.
He won't be there for her.
Nobody ever is, she knows now to rely on herself. And that's fine, she doesn't need anyone, she certainly doesn't need a dad. So she snarled her way through the adoption process, glared when he showed her into his apartment and gave her the only bedroom (why did she get the room? where was he going to sleep?), and ignored him when he offered her dinner.
Instead she just stormed out and went to a bar. Who the fuck cares if she's underage? She just wants a few drinks, a few smokes, and to forget the odd way her stomach clenched when Blitzø looked at her with such hope. She's too caught in her own head and doesn't realise she's surrounded until it's too late, a gang of other hounds who start hassling her for her money, making pervy comments.
Fuck.
She growls, ears pinned back, but apparently they're not that easily dissuaded. Well fucking fuckity fuck, just wonderful, now she's about to get into a bar fight that's seven against one.
family bonding | blitzø and loona
He's just a stranger, some weird little red dickhead who adopted her, like she wasn't nearly an adult herself. She doesn't know why he chose her when there were plenty of other hounds who didn't have her attitude problems, or younger ones that still wanted a parent, or-- fuck anyone except her.
But she doesn't care why, because she's not going to give him the opportunity to get close and disappoint her. She's been there, she's done that, and she doesn't want to dance those steps again. It's better for both of them if she shows him what he's adopted as soon as possible, so they can just get the inevitable abandonment out of the way.
He won't be there for her.
Nobody ever is, she knows now to rely on herself. And that's fine, she doesn't need anyone, she certainly doesn't need a dad. So she snarled her way through the adoption process, glared when he showed her into his apartment and gave her the only bedroom (why did she get the room? where was he going to sleep?), and ignored him when he offered her dinner.
Instead she just stormed out and went to a bar. Who the fuck cares if she's underage? She just wants a few drinks, a few smokes, and to forget the odd way her stomach clenched when Blitzø looked at her with such hope. She's too caught in her own head and doesn't realise she's surrounded until it's too late, a gang of other hounds who start hassling her for her money, making pervy comments.
Fuck.
She growls, ears pinned back, but apparently they're not that easily dissuaded. Well fucking fuckity fuck, just wonderful, now she's about to get into a bar fight that's seven against one.
Nobody here to have her back... or is there?]