Duck Lake sweet dreams

Cam purred back at the albino's remark, finding it rather funny. Then suddenly, plop! A wet slimy fish flopped onto his face, rolling off onto the ground next to his head. Cam looked at it for a moment, but his attention was quickly drawn back to his playmate, who still perched atop him- sort of crushing the air out of his chest. Thanks, but I can't exactly eat this way can I? He joked, a playful smirk plastered to his face. The other boy began to wriggle around, causing Cam to grunt in discomfort. He scowled at the comment, but started to chortle a little, unable to hold back laughter. Oi! I'll have you know that most people find me very comfortable. 

He wriggled back, until finally the other male slipped off of him, allowing him up. Cam took the few deep breaths that he'd been momentarily deprived of, then rolled over onto his stomach, bumping into the other male who'd laid down beside him. He turned his head to look at the other, a bit surprised that he hadn't stood up and walked away. From Cam's first impression of the guy, he hadn't taken him for the kind of male who liked to snuggle. Maybe he was wrong, and Cam could get used to that. He blinked at him a few times before reaching for the fish, which for just a second had been the last thing on his mind. The first being the crimson eyes of his companion.

As he tore into the kill, he was asked a question. He'd almost completely forgotten about names, which was usually something he asked first. He didn't stop eating, but he peeked his ears to show he was listening. In between bites, he spoke. Cameron. Or Cam. How - bout you? He paused to swallow, before finishing the question, glancing curiously at the other boy.