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[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa's watching the wolf from the rafters, she really wishes so many predators would stop coming to the Bar.

[whosafraidof]

The Wolf could smell prey from a mile away (or more, when it comes down to it).

Consequently, his gaze flies to the rafters, face set in an expression of false harmlessness. A slow smile spreads across his face like butter on bread, and he blinks once.

"Hello, bird."

And his voice is one you fancy you might be able to listen to forever. It is only if you are looking particularly hard that you will hear the more menacing undertones.

[pi_wakawaka]

"You going to eat me?"

Sometimes even Tiwa can be rather straightforward.

[whosafraidof]

Briefly, he turns his head to one side.

"Not now," he says, at a pace that can only be called leisurely.

[pi_wakawaka]

She sighs, she's still in the rafters,

"I'd be just a mouthful, tiny little bird."

[whosafraidof]

Sing-song: "If one is attempting to keep alive, every mouthful counts."

[pi_wakawaka]

"You look quite healthy and well fed."

[whosafraidof]

"You'd be surprised."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Sure I would be."

[whosafraidof]

He cocks his head to the other side, and offers her another smile.

"Why don't you come down here?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"Buy yourself lunch or something and maybe I'll consider it."

[whosafraidof]

"What if I said I'd already had lunch?"

[pi_wakawaka]

She sighs and hops lightly down on a table a few feet away from him,

"Look I came down."

[whosafraidof]

"Well."

A beat.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Do you have a name you go by?"

[whosafraidof]

"Mr. Wolf will do."