Running Wolf

8: give me truths

Hi. Uh, don't know know how many words this is...

words: i thinks it's like 2746

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»Elijah«

Getting both Charlie and Katya home proved to be no easy feet. Both heavily intoxicated turned them both in a type of drunk: a happy giggly drunk. The ones that act a fool and are so painfully truthful about things. Not taking in consideration what anyone thinks.

Finding and having to literally pull Charlie away from whoever he was dancing with wasn't fun. It irked and saddened Elijah that he and Kai couldn't just suck it up and mate but also what they were doing to hurt one another. And Elijah knows both since we were in diapers. There's no favoritism on his side.

As he did doing this, Katya took this as an opportunity to run without her coat in the middle of fucking November in New York. Literally singing Christmas tunes to his bouncer Bobby.

Although Bobby was kind enough to push her back inside and get her coat on her, including Charlie's, which was much appreciated.

"Charlie, do you believe in soul mates?" She questions from the back of his car. He never really like driving since he got his motorcycle. He always feel trapped.

"Yes, I think so. I think I have mine." Through the rear view mirror they looked like worn out children. Charlie giggling, a bit sluggish into Katya's hair. Her face in his shoulder. He cleared my throat to stop myself from cooing.

"Who is it?" She whispers- loudly- eyes widen and wondering.

"Kai. I'm sure it." Charlie whispered even louder. He looks like he about to pass out but he sits up yelling, "I'm home!" pointing out of the window.

Elijah walks with a drunk Charlie and wait until he's finally get his key into the lock. Charlie gives a kiss goodnight slams the door close.

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Katya 's house was quite lovely but small than Elijah would normally prefer a house to be. Simple. She also lives far away from people however that isn't like him. He grew up with nothing but noise around him. The lack of it would annoy him to no end.

"Come in!" She giggled as she stumbled out of the car while he sat in it.

"I think, I just be going home." He mumbled, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He was usually better with his words. Not by much though, is what mother has always said. That he was an awful speaker. He'd beg to differ though.

"Now what kind of girl would I be if I didn't let you in?" She slurred, eyes dark and inviting. His widened as her possible answer to her question.

"A bad one! Come on big boy!" She opened his car door, lacing her hands with his, her other hand holding her two heels. There was light snow on the ground made him wonder if she could feel it.

"Come on, I think you should stay the night. Don't want you getting sick." She cooed, poking his cheek. "I'll make you some tea? Every had hibiscus berry tea?"

"Never heard of it." He says as he take off my jacket.

"Gasp!" She says, her words dissolving into giggles. Drunk Katya has proven to be a lot less bitchy than regular Katya. She was the sum of a newborn kitten.

"Do you have some more blankets?" He asked, looking at the couch that had no thrown blanket on it. She walked, stumbling a bit, looking at him with a goofy smile.

"Come upstairs with me, handsome." Touching his palms before pulling him upward. Drunk Katya was also extremely handsy. Literally couldn't keep to herself. Not that it was really a problem to him.