Moonlit Prowl -> Lycanthropes

"Fine..." said Kristine, "Please take the sheets and pillowcases off though... an the comforter... I really don't wanna touch them..." shivering once more at the thought until she turned and went to the linen closet to get the new bed items out.

"I'm not the one who pleasured myself lying on them," Kristine shivered again, removing the comforter. She walked out of the room and threw the comforter over him, giggling cutely after that.

"You probably haven't washed it after the last time you did something," said Kristine back. She turned and sprinted back into the room, taking the sheets off of the bed and hurrying back out, throwing that on him next and pouting.

"There still could be remnants-" Kristine was cut off by an odd outburst. She blinked a few times and said, "Um... what's wrong...?" confused.

"Fine," said Kristine, giving an eye roll. She turned and went to retrieve new bed items, setting up the bed after tossing the pillowcases aside. She finished spreading out the bed and sighed softly.

"I'll be fine," replied Kristine as she looked over at him. She gave a small smile and said, "Thank you though," brushing hair from her face as she didn't want to be too much of a burden and ask for any clothes she could borrow.

"Umm... maybe if I could have something to sleep in..." mumbled Kristine shyly. She looked down and gave a small nod, "Thank you... you really are too kind..." feeling a bit bad.

"Thank you so much," replied Kristine, brushing hair from her face as she watched him. She lifted her hand and waved, dropping her hand when he left the room. She wondered why William wasn't more like him...

Kristine wondered what she would do next. She fell back on the bed, letting out a sigh as she closed her eyes, not falling asleep or anything though, this time at least.

Kristine opened her eyes when she heard the voice. She sighed and began to get up slowly, walking over to the door. "What is it?" she asked, opening the door and looking up at him. She folded her arms and sighed, not really wanting to talk.

"It's fine," said Kristine simply. She wasn't one to get bothered much by people's breakouts. She would simply just giggle it off, so she smiled at him after that. Lifting a hand, she brushed hair from her face.

Kristine was confused and she gave a small nod. "Um... alright..." she blinked a few times. She lifted a hand and scratched her cheek, still confused as she closed the door, walking over to the bed and crawling into it, not falling asleep again, just laying there like before.

Kristine wasn't sure of what to do or think. She looked up at th ceiling. "Pervert. Annoying. Asshole," she said, probably loud enough that he could hear from outside of the room, "What the Hell?!"

"What, so I can't tell my feelings now?" shouted Kristine back, folding her arms. She kicked her legs a few times and gave a small pout, then shouted again, "Maybe if you were less of an asshole then I wouldnt have to say my feelings."

"I get it," said Kristine, "I'm a mutt!" getting up and abruptly opening the door. She walked over to him and folded his arms, looking down at him. She frowned, "Annoying asshole."

"Asshole. Pervert. Bitch. Annoying. Rude. Inconsiderate," Kristine shot back at him, obviously not happy with him. She kept her arms folded and huffed, looking away.

"Maybe I'm trying to call you a girl," said Kristine back, growling, "You've got the face for it," folding her arms. She grunted once as she remembered how her father would call her a boy because of her face.