Claws (mxm)

In the Dark

(Pepperjack  hordes bones and then tries to hit you in the face with them all at once. I have 'great' dogs.) 

"Buck? Slow down!" 

The tense silence that was the man's response had Magnus's dog half wanting to whine and the bear half wanting to pin him down and eat him. 

These conflicting animals will be the death of me. 

"No, I will be the death of you if you keep acting like a child." Buck grumbled as he sped up his already too-fast walk. 

Magnus bit back his frustration as he started to jog to keep up. 

"I wasn't acting childish! There was just no reason for you to help him. He can clearly take care of that lion himself." He said. 

Buck turned in front of him, then stopped suddenly, making Magnus have to stumble backwards in order to keep from running right into the man. Buck's breath was ghosting into the chilly evening air as he clearly tried to reign in his temper. 

"Whether or not there was a reason should have not mattered to you." Buck replied before turning and continuing to stalk down the street. 

If Magnus didn't already know that he was a deer, he would have thought that Buck was definitely a predator considering the way he carried himself... especially when angry. 

"Hey, where are we going, by the way?" He asked as he caught up again and started walking beside him. He did keep a few feet between them, though, since he knew that a pissed off deer could be deadly, even to a predator. 

Buck turned a corner as he replied. "To my house, and it's not we, it's just me."

Magnus stopped at his words, then watched as Buck walked halfway down the block before turning to look back at him. Both of his animals wanted to follow, but at the same time, he knew that he was pushing his luck. 

I have to go to work, anyways. 

If Buck had let him come home with him, he would have probably skipped it, but money didn't grow on trees and he couldn't exactly fake being sick all that well. So, reluctantly, he turned in the opposite direction and headed off to his job. 

Maybe I just need some time away from him. I have been practically stalking him like a damn lost dog. 

He might have been part dog shifter, but he didn't need, nor want, a master of any sort. It was frustrating enough taking orders from his boss at the bar and Del, when he gave him retrieval orders for hunts. 

Sure as hell don't need to be taking orders from something I should be eating. 

Temper flaring, Magnus fought with himself to remain in control until he stepped through the door at work. The slap of cigarette smoke always made both of his animals back down a bit since their noses were super sensitive to the horrible smell. It was like putting a band-aid on his aggression... for a short while, at least. 

He set up behind the bar, since that was what was needed when he looked at the schedule for the evening. It wasn't his favorite thing, but since they were quite busy, it did keep his mind off of a certain herbivore. In fact, nearly his whole shift flew by without much time to think about anything but mixing drinks and working tabs. 

"Hey there hot stuff, want to have some fun after your shift is over?" A woman asked as she leaned against the bar, a cigarette between her too-red lips. With the amount of smoke inside the bar, Magnus couldn't tell what kind of shifter she was, but judging from the golden eyes and narrowed stare, he'd guess some sort of big cat. Possibly even a lioness.