Moonlit Prowl -> Lycanthropes

"Fine, a boy or a man should be nice to a girl or a lady," replied Kristine, "Unless you wanna be like the rest and call me a feminine boy as well," grunting a bit and shivering. She disliked cold nights. Great, another sleepless night for her. She brushed her jacket off, sighing.

Kristine gave a bit of a growl, her instincts taking over as her eyes turned to that of what looked like a cat's. She stood up slowly, then lunged back at him, pinning him down swiftly inside the empty, broken fountain. There were only slight remnants of water that was there, and her eyes narrowed. "I may not be some rich buffoon, but I'm not a mangy mutt."

Kristine landed with a 'oof'. Guess her grip wasn't tight enough. "Well sorry, your majesty, for not being able to pay for luxuries," she said sarcastically, huffing. A small smile then formed on her face and she began to giggle.

"Hm?" asked Kristine, looking over at him, then giggling once more, "No I'm fine." She seemed to have brightened up, but blinked a few times when she felt a drop of rain hit her nose. She lifted her hand and frowned, not wanting it to rain.

Kristine flashed her eyes at him and spoke, "I'll be your maid then. I'll pay it off," folding her arms as an offer. At least it wouldn't be that bad. It may give her a place to sleep. She felt the rain beginning to pour on her, and she shivered.

"You don't know that," Kristine told him as she began to follow. She could clean... and cook... but she just hadn't done it in a while. She'd often help her mother make dinner and such before her mother left her, and she was the one who had to do most of the chores.

"What do we do then?" asked Kristine as the rain started pouring. She shivered and looked down at her wet clothes, that ended up sticking to her slightly. She shook her head quickly, flinging water from her hair in many places.

"No my fault," said Kristine, "The only thing I could think of that would prevent you from getting sick is sharing body warmth. But you wouldn't wanna do that, cause it might get you even more dirty," pouting slightly and looking down as she shivered.

Kristine wrinkled her nose, then spoke, "Dirty as in dirt and mud," rubbing her cheek with her hand. She pouted slightly and spoke, "Besides, even if I did mean the other dirty, you still wouldn't wanna do it with a mutt," then beginning to giggle as she was unable to keep a straight face.

Kristine blushed when he looked at her, feeling a bit embarrassed and looking away. "Well..." she paused, biting her lip, "I've never slept with anyone, so I don't have a say." She shivered in her wet jacket, closing her eyes and trying to heat herself up.

Kristine continued to shiver as her face was a bit red, mostly from embarrassment. "Y-Yeah... you seem surprised though..." her eyes opening slowly as she looked back over at him. She blinked a few times and let out a small sigh, wondering why it had come to a surprise. A cool wind blew over and she shook.

"I live on the streets because my parents left me," said Kristine, "I'm not some prostitute." She frowned and shivered a bit more, hugging herself and breathing a bit oddly. She hated cold weather and hoped the storm would let up. She slowly stood up, walking over to him and speaking, "Your clothes are already dirty, it really shouldn't matter if they get a little more dirty, right? It's really cold and neither of us want to get sick..."

"The least we can do is hug to share heat," replied Kristine, holding her arms out, "Either that or we could try to run to a different shelter. Not like I have a place though."

"Please," said Kristine this time, "Jogging in place won't help. She continued to shiver, courderoy pants soaked, along with her jacket and splotches on her shirt under the jacket.

"Thank you!" Kristine told him happily, giggling slightly. She sat back down and wrapped herself in the jacket, hugging herself and still shivering. She closed her eyes tightly.

Kristine opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. "Are you alright?" she asked him, seeming a bit concerned for his flinching and awkwardness. She had half expected him to say something after she said thank you to him, but he hadn't. She frowned.

Kristine looked over at him and frowned a bit. She then smiled and stood up, walking over to him and plopping beside him, hugging him without touching him with anything but his own jacket. "Cheer up," she giggled softly, "You can't always look at the bad stuff."