Redhawk Caldera I don't sweat under any circumstances.

tegan didn't really understand that towhee was deaf, since she spoke real words and she always understood his own real words too. it might've gone over his little head anyway. so, it typically bothered him when towhee came in screeching-- couldn't she hear herself? didn't she know that she was being so loud? 

clover didn't seem to mind, but that didn't surprise tegan, considering how loud clover was herself! his siren of a sister screeched and bounded over, earning a dirty look from the eldest blackthorn potato. but, enjoying towhee and her fun gestures anyway, tegan waddled himself on over and plopped down in front of her, tail tip-tip-tapping against the earth. he wanted to learn something new today, surely towhee had something fun up her sleeve. all at once, tegan repeat clover's "what doin?" while similtaniously signing the motion he'd learned previously-- -towhee-.