• “ … they are so in love with someone who does not love them, that they are behaving in a strange and foolish way.”

Soap would never admit , nor give into the teasing thrown his way everytime he caught himself talking about you. He’d deny it, everytime.

But his tail would always twitch, and slowly swish behind him. The traitor. No matter how much the wolf hybrid denied it, he was downright smitten for you.

But he doubted that you felt the same. Sure, it would hurt in the end if you turned him down, but he’d get over it.

nonon-

Those thoughts were crushed the moment he saw you, ignoring Gaz’s lazy remark that he looked like a lovesick puppy. Soaps tail wagged awfully hard when you finally moved and sat next to him.

Love.

Oh how he loved you.

He’d do anything for you.

Your attention.

Your love.

The hybrid nudged the fruit you liked towards your tray with a sharp grin on his face. Soap squawked as you ruffled his mohawk, a sharp laugh bubbling out of his mouth.

“Ah git ye yer favorite fruits. Saw how there wasn't much while grabbing mah own tray.”