Faltering
"typh," jo calls again. this time he yanks the fork away, takes my paw and holds it in both his paws. "is something wrong? please tell me... i'll be here to listen."
To catch or get caught?
Kane slams the files on the table. For intimidation or just out of annoyance, he can't be sure. He can't believe he have to work overtime just for him, that little arctic fox in front of him. But work is still work, it still has to be done...
Thoughts (Jo)
Yet typh's attention is still on him. why?! but then again, typh looks at me once in a while as well. he even shuffles closer at some point. i don't know whether to be happy or angry. i'm not angry at typh, more like at gerrald. he...
Escape
Tick. Tick. Tick. My ears flick to the sound as I slowly regain conscious, prying my eyes open while my head is throbbing away. Tick. Tick. Tick. Ugh... where am I? I can't see anything much... other than a door in front of me....
Stalemate
That grey wolfy had his forehead digging into the back of my neck. perhaps he felt cold and snuggled on next to me, who knows?
Growing Up
typh's mom says, moving back to the house to take something which typh knows it all so well: the feather duster. the first swipe at typh hurts so bad, far worse that those claws just now. "go apologise now!" typh's mom says.
Explaination
"i've never felt for anyone as much as i do for you, typh. no guy or girl has ever made me feel this way. i'm just as new and confused as you are. you don't need to give me an answer now, typh.
Changes
"i mean it, typh." ---- note: deepest apologies for the delay, to those who had been waiting.
Love under the Christmas Tree
Note: This is my first yiff story, so go easy on me, yeah? I won't go for disclaimers here, you should have read the tags, but this is not an extreme yiff story anyway. ---- This time of the year is here again. This place is snowing. Soft...
Reignite
"hey," "typh, is that you? are you with jo? where is he? is he okay?" his mom begins to spam quite a few questions. "ah yes, i'm typh. jo is beside me in his room. he is sleeping... and doesn't seem to want to wake up yet."
Complications (Jo)
It must be typh's alarm going off. well, good morning, typh. as i open my eyes, i am no longer looking at typh, but at my window in my room. surprise. i groan at the thought of it being just a dream.
Questions
I continue with my usual routine and turn to walk towards my room before- "wolfie," i halt my steps as i turn around to my mom. i anticipate some reminders or nagging from her. i wonder if i should have stopped in the first place.