Re: Wainright Manor: Hunter R & Damian W
No, Hunter thought of lizards, for sure. They were smart and waited. Hunter and his pack didn't have patience, and they loved when they were not wanted. Hunter couldn't read Damian, but Hunter wasn't good at reading people, and acknowledged it. The other guy was a mystery to him, cold and rich as the nice marble, because he didn't swear or make mistakes or do much of anything, as far as Hunter could see. He had never actually seen or heard Damian work, which meant it was something with paper and computers Hunter wouldn't understand.
Hunter looked away from the fridge to find Damian looking at him with disdain and the smile dropped and dropped fast. Humor evaporating out of the creases of his mouth and the dark eyes, Hunter looked away. "My family isn't gonna give yours shit," he said, deciding obviously that Damian was not to be impressed and everything he, Hunter, said would be viewed badly anyway. "They're nasty." Hunter dug his fingers all the way down into Julie's ruff, blinking more than he needed and tensing at the thought of the man in the woods.
Hunter showed his teeth in annoyance. "Want to know what?"
The puppy was the only one in the room that hadn't noticed the shifting moods of uncertainty and animosity coming from Hunter in waves. Occupied with investigating various new landscapes, he fell back uncertainly when Damian approached, but quested forward again when the cupboard door opened to present a lower shelf of pots and pans. This was not as much interest now that the door was open, but Damian was closer, with many interesting smells on his shoes, so Damian got a hopeful wag of the collie's tail and a little half jump of playful interest.