Tho Asche knew that Cupid was completely right, both about him being the opposite of imitating and that he at least should keep still, his ears flattened even more agains his head, and he hissed lowly, glaring at him.
"you want to help me? yeah right..." He looked rather frustrated when an other attempt in getting up failed before he even really thought about it. Not bothering to take an other look at Cupid, he leaned his head against the cold ground and closed his eyes, completely exhausted. He almost looked sad, but that was more a sort of different anger, against himself, and quite a lot of despereation. Now, everything was uninportant anyway. even if Ivayne and Zacky would run arround directly infront of him now, the only thing he could do would be throwing dirty looks. He coughed , then slowly opened his eyes again to look at Cupid, a resigned shadow in his glare. "Why dont you just go away? seriously, what can you do anyway? other then being annoying as hell?" his voice was raspy and tired, not really hostile anymore, but not friendly either.
On the top of the hill Ivayne carefully looked down at the scenario, her brows furrowing slightly. They couldnt be seen up there, not from their current hiding spot at least. "Ivayne, come on, lets go" Zacky said, sounding very nervous. "Wait just one more moment...what is going on there" she whispered back, her eyes strained on Cupid and Asche.