@themusechronicles [continued from here]
“I don’t want another date with your dad, I want a date with you.” Seth smiled at her. “I mean, not like a date, date. But…” He shrugged, fidgeting with his hands. “I don’t want to make a good impression because I feel like it’s something I need to do. I want to make a good impression because I like your dad. A lot. Probably more than I should for the whole age difference thing. But I just… I like him.”
Those hazel eyes lit blue as teh coyote gave a little laugh. “Well, if you’re looking for a ‘possible-ste-daughter-getting-to-know-you type deal? I’m game.” She reached to brush her bangs from her face and crossed her arms, shrugging a shoulder. “I like pizza. There’s a few good spots around here. We can hang out there.” she offered. Maybe if she’d been human, she’d be more concerned about the fact someone just a tad older than her wanted to be with her dad, but it wasn’t an issue now. Wolves didn’t see age in their mates, and Malia knew her dad had enjoyed the very romantic first date very much.



