08-02-2013, 06:34 PM
If that was a reference to something, Rune had no idea what it was to. She just held the man's gaze, slightly amused and slightly ruffled by his gruff greeting. She'd done nothing but be polite, after all, and this was how she was repaid. Told not to pet his dog? Who pawed up to who now?
Just to spite him, she scrubbed the mutt's ears a bit harder and slid her palm all the way down his back and pat his ribcage good and loud. He whacked his tail against her, seemed satisfied then loped back to the shade of the porch, tongue out and panting.
Rune stood. She wasn't super tall, but with the rubber soles of her utility boots, she had an extra inch and a half on her. But the hair gave her real height, spiked up as it was. Frosty and pink.
She swiped her hands clean of fur and came up, since she thought somewhere in all that hot-air was an invitation to come in. But it was the grating edge of disappointment, or maybe annoyance, to his voice that made her reconsider about the time she was half way up the steps.
"Well, Snow," she omitted the honorific mister on purpose, and hooked her thumbs into the back pockets of her cargo-pants, slowly easing herself on up to the level of the porch itself. The posture gave him a decent look at her heat, and the taper of her waist beneath that cotton-black tank. Where she stood over him as he lounged about, eased back like a rattlesnake sleeping on a rock, and Rune gave him a good once-over; for the half-empty bottle in his hand, she was surprised he didn't have more of a beer-belly.
"Looks like only one'a us is working for the other one'a us 'ere. So I'll call yah Cuddles if I want 'n tell yah to go get me one'a those," she nodded at the beer, "'n drag out another craptastic lawn chair while's your at it and we'll sit and shoot the shit till Number Two shows up. Mm'kay?"
She smiled, glossy lips wide and dripping with the dare that he challenge her. It was important to get these sorts of things straightened out from the get go.
Just to spite him, she scrubbed the mutt's ears a bit harder and slid her palm all the way down his back and pat his ribcage good and loud. He whacked his tail against her, seemed satisfied then loped back to the shade of the porch, tongue out and panting.
Rune stood. She wasn't super tall, but with the rubber soles of her utility boots, she had an extra inch and a half on her. But the hair gave her real height, spiked up as it was. Frosty and pink.
She swiped her hands clean of fur and came up, since she thought somewhere in all that hot-air was an invitation to come in. But it was the grating edge of disappointment, or maybe annoyance, to his voice that made her reconsider about the time she was half way up the steps.
"Well, Snow," she omitted the honorific mister on purpose, and hooked her thumbs into the back pockets of her cargo-pants, slowly easing herself on up to the level of the porch itself. The posture gave him a decent look at her heat, and the taper of her waist beneath that cotton-black tank. Where she stood over him as he lounged about, eased back like a rattlesnake sleeping on a rock, and Rune gave him a good once-over; for the half-empty bottle in his hand, she was surprised he didn't have more of a beer-belly.
"Looks like only one'a us is working for the other one'a us 'ere. So I'll call yah Cuddles if I want 'n tell yah to go get me one'a those," she nodded at the beer, "'n drag out another craptastic lawn chair while's your at it and we'll sit and shoot the shit till Number Two shows up. Mm'kay?"
She smiled, glossy lips wide and dripping with the dare that he challenge her. It was important to get these sorts of things straightened out from the get go.