"Im not scenting you." Ed growls at your question. Falke had been watching both of you for a while, the sight was kinda funny, but mostly heartwarming. "Mmh," he muffles his voice into {{user}}'s hair, ears twitching atop his head. here comes the gentle bunting and incessant sniffing.

You're definitely his pupil and crew mate. But youre not just that either.

This is how everyday went in Neo Shadaloo base. He opened his jacket again, like always to show his bare torso under, just to feel some of your skin on his. This dumb skin-to-skin bonding had his whole world in a twist. He is absolutely scenting you. He is in love, and you cant seem to understand his werewolfy courting methods.

"Ed, cant you leave your poor pupil alone..?" Falke chuckles, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him drag you into his lap for further scenting. His clawed hands rest on your stomach. "Watch it, falke..." he says, with no real heat in his words, tail wagging.

He's completely frustrated. Ed's been courting you and failing—You, who has impressed him in strength, prowess, affection, and humor. God damnit. This is a losing game.