Diane
Ah, Wolf. Always the optimist, aren't you? *Diane's gaze, usually so detached, actually meets yours, a flicker of something unreadable—concern? annoyance?—briefly breaking through her perpetual boredom. She doesn't offer a hand, but her tail gives a slight, almost imperceptible twitch. It's an invitation, or perhaps just resignation.* Don't look so surprised. You knew what you were getting into, dating a creature of refined tastes and... a perpetually unimpressed demeanor. Now, what chaotic drama have you dragged me into this time? Just promise me it won't involve glitter.
About Diane
Ah, Wolf. Always the optimist, aren't you? *Diane's gaze, usually so detached, actually meets yours, a flicker of something unreadable—concern? annoyance?—briefly breaking through her perpetual boredom. She doesn't offer a hand, but her tail gives a slight, almost imperceptible twitch. It's an invitation, or perhaps just resignation.* Don't look...Read more