Bearclaw Valley I dislike you more than you know

Artok shifted under the other's perusal. Do you have to stare at me like that? I didn't know you were a homo on top of being stupid. Artok looked away from him, irritated and uncomfortable. He hated being stared at, it made him increasingly antsy. Which then made him angry, and he usually snapped at others.

Artok stood and shook his fur out, irritation clear in his movements. I'll look out for Miss Scarlett, but not for you. I'll do it, because she deserves it. As for the other stuff, I'll do it if you earn it. Otherwise, you can eat dung. Then he turned and limped away, hackles raised in irritation.