Melt: ..well since I brought this up uh..-softly and slowly gribs his hand and held it- I might be a bottom proposing to a top but..will you or won’t you marry me?.. -smiles slightly having a black small box in pocket-

Ōkami: -when he walked out, he looked well built for a 17 yr old, he when to the gymnasium-

Ōkami: -continues to walk down the hall and into the male locker room, so he can switch to gym clothes-

((School setting or not?)) Ōkami: -walks to an open window staring out for a bit-

Melt: well..I’m not one for bringing big things up— (besides for flows mcdick -oof-)) but..would you want to marry me?..-he looks down messing with his hands-

Ōkami: -tail sways and he’d smile, walking off-

It’s ok, I’m more practice now I think-)) Melt: would you ever think about us being married? -eyes melt a bit-

Ōkami: -his deep gold and red eyes look over you- well fliper, I have to go so, talk to you soon. -he had dark great and black fur colors-

Ōkami: -ears perk up slightly red faced- c-call me Ōkami.. I trust you with calling me my name right?

Ōkami: -takes off his black zip up jacket and gives it too her- you might have my sent on you because of this but, at least you can be covered. -slightly smiles-

Ōkami: well, nice to meet you ^^ I’m Ōkami. Sorry that I sorta..ya know— showed my teeth there ahah...

Ōkami: now, run along. -lets go of him and turns to flipper- sorry miss..can I ask your name please? -his ear flicked-

Ōkami: -grunts- ..-puts his hand in the guys shoulder and moves him pinning him to a wall- listen pal, you don’t have a write to harass that girl over there. You smell like a perverted beta with omegan sent.

((I’m confused now oof))

Ōkami: -walks up behind the shorter male compared to him- sorry to intrude but do you mind getting off of her? -he had a deep growl in the back of his throat-

Yep. Vore man.

Sylhet: -kisses his head- mm..

No on the inside the outside I mean. Oops

Should you make an anime so they can meet? Cause the way I want okami to be is the alpha male that’s slightly a softy but a strong silent time on the inside.

Sylhet: nothin’ really..-