| There was something about her sweet smile that pulled him in. He perhaps was enticed with her, the sweetness of her laugh and comebacks that matched his own. Well, they almost matched his own. Rip would always find himself better than others no matter what. He was out rightly born arrogant to the very depth of his bones. Naturally he also lacked little remorse of others. It was likely he would always be that way—always thinking of his own well-being and others. Rules were simply meant to be broken. “I will admit,” he says with a teasing smile, “I am the rottenest person you will ever meet in your life.” He then gives the flower-maned girl a playful wink. Honestly, Rip did not mind being known as the bad guy. The idea of such a reputation was thrilling and adventurous for him. He simply did not need to be held against the standards of others. It was his life, and always would be, so why follow the rules of others? His rules always ended up being better. And morally, being true to yourself with your own “principles” was easier. Rip preferred simpler things and spending time enjoying life. He is pleased when the orange blossoms dance again in her mane. The boy liked the orange flowers in her mane truthfully. However, he was not one to quickly announce his likeness of something. Rip did not find the need or desire to give compliments to others. In fact, neither did he need such praises from another to feel special. The boy already believed he was the top dog around, and it was only increasing in this new world every second. Paralee at least gave him the boost of confidence in that area. Well, he didn’t need it entirely. Rip smiles wide when she steps back and does a little spin. “Alright, you aren’t as rotten as a carcass,” he says because truthfully the golden girl was rather pretty. He liked her flowers, her smile, and even her presence so far. “But that’s only because you got flowers,” he adds. There always has to be a sarcastic remark leftover, never a true compliment left in the end. She comes forward, bold and mighty, but Rip does not fall back. He was not fearful of a small girl like her, but neither was he scared of anything else really. He tilts his head to the side, moving his head in angle so his large-growing rhino horns do not hit her as she steps back from him. “I probably could rip anything with these,” he says with a flash of his own teeth. Paralee teases him once more (always teasing him in some way, but he started it as well) and then laughs. “Like me, huh?” A mischief smirk crosses over his dark face. “Hopefully not too much, I can be bit of a bad influence.” He pauses for a moment, letting a silence fill them as he watches her with his amber-golden eyes. “Then again, a littler danger never hurts no one,” he teases her. |
@[Kristin]