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bitethemall (bitethemall) wrote in pandorarpg,

Fenrir was in a particularly bad mood himself, having had his own recurring nightmare that previous night. Though while he remembered some of the other inmates having a particularly hard time dealing with whatever that shite was, he didn't let it get to him too much. It was just images in his head, no doubt brought on by some fucking magic, and he used the anger and frustration from it to push him forward. It didn't scare him, per se, but it pissed him off, and he was getting a bit sick of it.

He did of course hear what she said, and stopped in his tracks, rounding on her, grabbing her by the upper arm and pulling her in close. He growled at her a little. "If you don't want to be called sweetheart, then why don't you tell me your name?" Really, this was her biggest frustration at the moment? She was going to be a pain in his arse. Of course that thought only made him remember the dream, and he quickly turned away with another snarl and continued on. "We're almost there," he called over his shoulder to her.