He sat and fumed, ignoring Reen as he got in after him and would have been content to sit there with a sour expression if the other hadn’t saw fit to touch him again. Once his hand was taken the blonde looked to the other in silent fury, doing nothing for a moment before swiping at Reen’s face with his nails.
"Try that again and it’ll be your fucking eyes!" He managed, trying not to simply scream at him in the small confines of the truck.
And now he didn’t want his jelly beans.
"Take me to the house." He growled, clutching his little glass box and huddling against the door in his fury. He wanted to go hide in his room with the broken lock. Damn Reen.
"Oh relax…" he murmured, rolling his eyes some. "It was just a peck, not like I tried to make out with you… Unless you want to try that out, because I’d be more than happy to oblige."
He shrugged, pulling out of the fenced off field that served as the parking lot for the farmer’s market. He let Isaac fume, well aware he had pushed the little fireball a bit over the edge.
"Can I say something without you jumping down my throat for a second? Just one thing then you can go back to being pissed off…" he mused quietly. His voice taking on that odd serious quality that was so foreign in his usual speech towards Isaac.
"Aside from me yanking your chain, I actually had a good time out with you today. Thanks for that."
He stiffened at the contact, bristling as the other male spoke and quickly looked like a fuming bundle of explosives with legs. The moment he was released he swung at Reen, growling as he missed and stormed off ahead of him.
The bastard! Isaac was going to put centipedes in the jerk’s underwear.
He continued on, grumbling and ignoring the other as he clambered into the truck to huff and fume. It was, perhaps, a good thing he was so underfed and thin with how angry he could get, one might imagine his little fits of rage could be rather damaging if he were more well nourished.
Reen laughed as the other tried to hit him, having pulled away just in time to avoid the blond’s temper tantrum. He watched Isaac go on ahead in a huff, and the grin over his features widened. The smaller wolf just made it all too easy to pick on him.
He clicked the fob on his keys, opening the locks so Isaac’s dramatic exit wasn’t ruined by a locked door. He slipped into the driver’s side, reaching over to take Isaac’s hand and quickly bait a kiss over the back of his future mate’s knuckles… really just pushing his luck, but he was too tempted by the other not to.
"We can go to the local vet and get you some neuticles." He replied, rolling his eyes and aimlessly looking about. He was thinking how neuticles looked like jelly beans and that now he wanted jelly beans. He already had a bag full of sugary things at the house but…
"I want jelly beans, then we can go back." He wanted to go for a run too, but that could wait until later. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be free to do so without someone babysitting.
"And some bubble bath." He added, thinking a nice run would mean he’d need a nice bath too, which did not require a babysitter at all.
Reen laughed as they wandered back to his truck, waiting till they were out of the market aisles before placing a lax arm about his disgruntled intended’s shoulders.
"I wasn’t aware you gave my balls so much thought sweetheart" he teased, sneaking in a quick kiss to the lad’s temple. "I’ll have to think about yours more… and your ass… and those sweet little moans you make when I blow you…" Reen trailed off, snickering to himself before casting a quick glance and a grin to Isaac.
He released the other’s shoulder, pull away before the blond could snap and punch him.
"More candy?" he asked, cocking a brow at the other. He had already gotten Isaac an entire sack. "Sure, we can grab it on our way back…" he consented, not really thinking the smaller wolf needed it, but it meant he could avoid going in for patrol
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The blonde could only glower at him, looking unamused at the comment, but didn’t answer any as Reen stepped up to pay. Of course the reaction of the old woman caught his attention as well. He didn’t pay much mind to the other wolf getting odd looks but that was a little strange. Was she spooked of him?
Isaac said nothing about it, thanking the nice old woman with more of that sudden, out of character politeness before taking his fancy box and leaving her stand. He was perfectly ready to go though he waited, giving the other male a questioning look. Perhaps Reen wanted something here too?
He waited, ready to follow along or simply head back to the truck. He was in no mood to chit chat and now that he had his box his mood took a dreary turn. It was for his beads and that thought made him rather sad.
And irate with Reen. Again.
Reen smirked at the other’s sudden pleasant disposition, not saying a word about it. If he acknowledged it, then Isaac would just snap at him again. The little blond was in a mood… a constant, unyielding mood.
He shrugged when Isaac looked to him, in no real rush to do anything, but also a tad loathe to remain at the market any longer than needed.
"Is there anything else you wanted before we head back to the house?" he asked idly, almost conversationally. "After all, a nice meal, a movie, some antiquing afterward? I’d hate to end such a romantic day so early…" he teased, flashing Isaac a quick smile though he could already predict what the other’s response would be.
Once amid the throng Isaac ignored Reen entirely, walking along the isles of vendors present and he looked over what was offered. He took note of a few uncertain looks from the sellers as they looked past him to Reen, but he ignored it as he took his time. What did he care if they gave Reen strange looks? Reen was a jerk who deserved strange looks.
So the blond moved on, finding one seller who had an odd collection of things, including some lovely antique glass boxes. Originally he had wanted a wooden once, but there was one here with a brass frame and red glass he rather liked and decided it would do.
With a strangely polite smile he asked the old woman how much she was selling it for. The moment he found out he turned to Reen, lost the smile and simply stared at him in waiting. If he was being forced to stay here with this strange pack then Reen better believe he would be paying for things.
"Pay the nice lady." He murmured. "Before I decide I want more things."
Reen was oddly silent as Isaac browsed. No hushed words filled with perversion, nor an “accidental” touch given. He simply followed, attempting to ignore everyone around him, save for his intended mate. When Isaac stilled, so did the executioner, watching idly as the smaller wolf talked sweet and played up for the old woman in a way that was kind, and completely foreign to how he behaved around his future husband.
As Isaac stared him down, he chuckled despite himself, shaking his head some as he took a step forward; pretending to ignore it when the elderly woman backed away a bit.
He cocked a brow at the blond, the grin never leaving his features. “Do I get a thank you kiss after?” he asked, with little hope that Isaac would oblige.
He laid the money down on the table of wares without sparing even a single glance to the seller. But there was an air about his actions that screamed his behavior wasn’t out of contempt or rudeness towards the human, but out of a desire to control his own temper. Reen was annoyed, but attempting to hide it.
Reen pulled off the side into a paddock that had been turned into a make-shift parking lot. “Well maybe you should, maybe then you’d be a little less irritable in general” he suggested with a shrug, refraining from offering to help the other test the theory. He shifted the truck into park, flashing Isaac another one of his luminous smiles as he got out. He moved around the vehicle to meet Isaac on his side, walking with him towards the crowd he had pointed out in the driveway. “Nope, probably not. I’m sure they’ll have something for you to use.”
He offered an irate pout at the suggestion but said little. He was, luckily, distracted as Reen parked, unbuckling his seat belt and just about to get out before Reen flashed one of his prince charming smiles. The blond was a bit slow to make a sour face at him, getting out to meet him as he came around. He wandered past him, heading for the people and the goods that were sure to be there.
Reen noticed the delay between his smile and the other near constant sour expression. It made him chuckle a tad, though he hid it well as he pretended to clear his throat. With hands distinctly kept to himself, and clasped behind him he wandered behind, at Isaac’s rear.
Most of the locals didn’t appreciate the pack at all, believing them to either be some cult, or a very close knit, extended family. However strange they were though, the near endless surplus of people that lived on the old plantation never seemed to have any financial trouble, which led many a human to believe they were up to something nefarious; secretive as they were.
Reen watched as Isaac looked over the wares laid out over the cheap, folding tables. He kept his pale eyes down, pretending not to notice the few looks he was getting. Isaac going relatively unnoticed for the most part. After all, he was a stranger, but he wasn’t known as one of the plantation dwellers; someone to be wary of. At least, not yet.