By the time Wren got there Valentina was waiting by the store front, texing on her phone, eyes low cut and glowering when she looked up, glancing at him. "Jeeze for a wolf you sure do move slow." She said with clear annoyance in her voice. She put her phone in the cocoa pocket, lifted up the sleeves and deeply inhaled, taking in the smell with the slightest smile, before stomping into the store.
Wren muttered something to himself and followed, the smells of the market meeting his nose.
“Maybe if you didn’t wa— well, float off so fast, I would have been able to keep up,” he mumbled. “And I’m not a wolf. At least, not right now.”
"Even if you're in your human form shouldn't you have some hella good muscles? Be able to keep up?" She snapped back, grabbing a grocery cart and floating in slowly as she checks her texts, her mother sending her messages about all that they would need.
“Well I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you,” he said quietly. “But calm down, Zippy.”
He walked alongside the cart, trailing slightly off as to not be in “punching” range. Wren kept his hands in his pockets, hunching his shoulders a bit.
"No." She said and floated in front of him, trying to figure out where to get everything. "And you can't make me." She said haughtily. Everyone knew that was true. (Punching?)
(If she wanted to perhaps punch him, lol)
Wren narrowed his eyes and looked away, his eyes wandering on the shelves instead. The smells of the market were so strong they gave him a headache and he looked— and felt— clearly upset.
(She would never ever do that. Not yet anyways)
She noticed it but didn't bother to care, sorta lost in her task until while walking together someone she knew from school walked over. "Hey Val!" The overly cheery neko cat girl said with a sly smile on their face, or what she thought was sly. It was actually just slightly less toothy then her usual happy go lucky grin. "Oh hi Violet." Valentina said nonchalantly while putting some meat into the cart. "Hey I was wondering, is it true the princess of all Vampires is DATING a lowly werewolf?" "What-No Violet. You know how easily cold I get. He happened to offer me his jacket, so I took it as extra layering. I wouldn't date a werewolf if my life was on the line." She stated with a huff. Violet looked really sad and slinked off as Valentina roled her eyes. (Don't worry. That book? It's gonna follow Valentina around. Gonna put some love spells or something on her, make her say the truth of what she really thinks about him. Just tough it out for now)
(Don’t worry lol, Wren should be just fine :)
Wren eyed the cat-woman with a smile, dismissing Valentina’s remarks.
“Hi,” he said cheerily, reverting just slightly back to his true nature. “I’m Wren. Can’t promise you’ve heard the best things about me if you’re hanging around with Val, but it’s nice to meet you.”
Wren held out a hand, walking up. He had no clue how she would react, due to him being a “lowly werewolf,” but he tried his best to act as friendly as he could. Which was, very friendly.
Her hair stood on end as she shook his hand, and then she ran off and away without a word. "Your a dog, she's a cat. It's just nature." Valentina explained plainly as she continued her shopping. "Now go fetch some milk, boy." She said with a certain sass of mockery to her tone.
Wren scoffed under his breath. “Okay.” He said, his voice completely monotone. He slipped out of sight, walking down an adjacent isle. His eyes wandered across the fridge, looking for the jug of milk.
Valentina sighed as she continued her shopping,waiting for him to come back.
Wren tapped his lip with his finger, scoping for the milk Val normally would buy. He found it, and with a deep breath, walked back. He swerved through isles until he slid up back beside the woman.
“Here you go,” he said, no doubt with a somewhat clearer mind.
She nodded and then handed him the basket. "Stay here." She the flew off and in 5 minutes flat came back with two arms full of groceries,and put them in the cart. "There. We can check out now."
“Dang, you’re quick,” he said. “And you asked why I couldn’t keep up.”
He pushed the cart along past her, making his way to the checkout. Once there, he began loading onto the counter.
She walked up and waited for everything to go through, and paid. "Aerodynamically a wolf is faster than a vampire on land. But we take over top speed in the air. Even harpies are not nearly as fast as vampire folk." She said plainly.
“Well, of course,” Wren said with a hint of sarcasm. “Vampires are superior.”
He wasn’t particularly hurt, just prodding for fun and seeing if he could push her in the slightest without getting smacked with insults.
"Of course we are. Learn your place." She said with a hint of flair to her voice, rolling her eyes as she grabbed a few bags and walked off, expecting him to carry the rest.
Wren scoffed, beginning to hoist up the rest of the bags. He nodded politely at the cashier before stumbling after Val.
“I know my place,” he growled under his breath. “Under a full moon. Tomorrow night. Better ~stay away~ from this ~stupid werewolf~.”
"You sounded weirdly sexual when you said that." She said pointedly. "I plan on sitting on the roof and banging pots and pans,and throwing sticks. Keep you guys away from our trash."
“We don’t raid trash,” he grumbled. “At least, I don’t.”
It took a minute for Wren to render her first note.
“And wait— that’s not what I meant. It was supposed to be passive aggressive.”
He shifted the bags on his arms, a deep and almost silent growl escaping his throat.
"Dunno. That growls sorta. Sexy." She teased, poking him a bit with a finger.
“Uhuh, okay, sure,” he mumbled sarcastically with a half-hearted snicker. His voice grew more raspy as his snarky growl stuck. “I can’t figure you out.”
"You're not supposed to." She said smoothly, turning the corner to go back, still slightly floating.
Wren narrowed his eyebrows.
“I’m still gonna try,” he said to himself. He followed closely behind the woman, secretly wishing he could float, too.
"And you'll fail,airhead." She retorted,pressing the button to cross the street, wiggling back and forth a little bit.