And if I believe you, Will that make it stop?
"He wants to join? He sure has a funny way of showing it," Paola comments idly, faking a shocked, almost scandalized tone as she squints at the newcomer with mischievous green eyes. She wonders if he realizes that maybe attacking a member of the clan isn't the best way to state his intent of becoming one of them, but who is she to judge? Maybe the Typhoon liked fighters—she wouldn't know, she didn't really pay attention to newcomer orientation. "If you do it in five seconds, I'll do all your Beta chores for a week."
It seems, however, that the newcomer is about as impenetrable as she is and twice as thick-headed; if Paola had been anybody else, perhaps she would have felt offended by the placating tone and the nicknames and the banter, but Paola is Paola. She's able to take almost anything in stride. "Baby girl? You seem to be barking up the wrong tree there, cabrón," she points out, although the smile plastered across her face spreads only wider—anybody who knows her would know it means trouble. "Protect you from her? But I thought we were all having so much fun..."
She trails off then, electricity sparking off her black pelt but contained to her general form, humming to life with energy. As the adults finally arrive to address the newcomer, she settles the sparks to a bare minimum, allowing them to roam free underneath her pelt without revealing themselves to the others around her. Paola inches closer to him as they talk—no, scold him on his language (and oh, how she wishes she could record the moment)—and she takes the time to flash Gia a wicked smile before finally piping up.
"No no, it's okay," she starts, finally settling down next to the newcomer. "We can handle ourselves, and if this little pendejo decides to do something we don't like, well—" Paola turns to Callie then, flashing him a shit-eating grin as she raises one paw and attempts to put it on his shoulder, all the while sending a very tame but still surprising shock through the point of contact. "We'll take full responsibility for it. Kids of the same feather stick together, isn't that what they say?"
It seems, however, that the newcomer is about as impenetrable as she is and twice as thick-headed; if Paola had been anybody else, perhaps she would have felt offended by the placating tone and the nicknames and the banter, but Paola is Paola. She's able to take almost anything in stride. "Baby girl? You seem to be barking up the wrong tree there, cabrón," she points out, although the smile plastered across her face spreads only wider—anybody who knows her would know it means trouble. "Protect you from her? But I thought we were all having so much fun..."
She trails off then, electricity sparking off her black pelt but contained to her general form, humming to life with energy. As the adults finally arrive to address the newcomer, she settles the sparks to a bare minimum, allowing them to roam free underneath her pelt without revealing themselves to the others around her. Paola inches closer to him as they talk—no, scold him on his language (and oh, how she wishes she could record the moment)—and she takes the time to flash Gia a wicked smile before finally piping up.
"No no, it's okay," she starts, finally settling down next to the newcomer. "We can handle ourselves, and if this little pendejo decides to do something we don't like, well—" Paola turns to Callie then, flashing him a shit-eating grin as she raises one paw and attempts to put it on his shoulder, all the while sending a very tame but still surprising shock through the point of contact. "We'll take full responsibility for it. Kids of the same feather stick together, isn't that what they say?"
If I told you I need you, Is that what you want?
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