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laheytowin:

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                    [ 𝓕uck you, too” came to mind, but the response was too generic to be spoken
                    out loud — and he didn’t feel the inclination to rile her up any further. They both
                    hadn’t been on the best of standings ever since her brother had chosen to kick
                    him out, the reason still being a bit of a mystery to the beta — either way, there
                    was probably no decent justification for it anyway. A part of him had wanted to
                    know the answer regardless. Then again, curiosity killed the cat — always. ]

                               ❝𝓢eems like you’re stuck humoring me until he comes back.
                                                —————- He’s still keeping you on a short leash?❞

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          curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. and the flex of his jaw
            and unwarranted umbrella his gaze offers only stiffens her movements,
            a sort of uneasiness fueling the lack of action. she possesses no ardent
            attachment, theoretically speaking, to him, or to derek's long since gone
            pack, but maybe that wasn’t true.

                                 after all, when a group of people put their lives
                                 on the line for yours? it’s hard to neglect the
                                 simmering development of affection. )

                                             
❝ I’m sure you can entertain yourself.
                                                                   ———— unfortunately. ❞