[ Samatoki's been a little more impatient thanks to the effects of the moon. He's got a need he can't sate because he's not that kind of guy. He's itching for satisfaction, and he's pretty sure the next person he sees is going go get strangled out of sheer aggression and repression. That person happens to be Vietnam - a greeting that he immediately regrets giving when he sees her eyes.
Shit, it's her. He lets go of her immediately and takes a step back, one leg aggressively being tapped against the floor. ]
You, ah, you alright? [ He runs a hand through his hair, weaving through the white wolf ears with ease. He's gotten used to them. Bushy tail, too. He's playing it cool.... as cool as he can get, anyway. He's doing his best to stay in control here. ] Didn't mean to do that.
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Shit, it's her. He lets go of her immediately and takes a step back, one leg aggressively being tapped against the floor. ]
You, ah, you alright? [ He runs a hand through his hair, weaving through the white wolf ears with ease. He's gotten used to them. Bushy tail, too. He's playing it cool.... as cool as he can get, anyway. He's doing his best to stay in control here. ] Didn't mean to do that.