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The last thing he expected was more company. The urge to puff up like a peacock was damn near irresistible, but he staved it off. Judging by the many scents intermingling with his own, this was a pack wolf, suitably indifferent on neutral lands. That alone was something to be thankful for, at least. He looked rather young compared to the graying old man rousing from his nap, but Tatsuya did not much mind the youth's age until he put on what seemed to be a hinting expression. Just what was going on in that kid's head?
INDENTThen the old fart spoke up with a flat face and promises of sexual gratification. Holy shit. Tatsuya did not know whether to laugh, gasp in mortification, or play along. Maybe he should just...slip into a different role entirely? Where's the fun in that? But rolling with the punches would probably spook the young man, as he did not seem all that comfortable with Rhett's...implications. Hm. What to do, what to do...
INDENT“I've never met this sod in my life,” Tatsuya announced, eyes trailing between the two. Sometimes the most boring path was often the wisest. “I think he's just trying to spook ya, since you...got this...look on your face.” He imitated Charon's face to prove his point before fading into a more amiable expression. “Or he could be a dirty old fart lookin' to wet his willy one last time.” Que shaking of the head while looking down at his fellow loner. “Tsk, tsk.” As for the poppy...it was momentarily forgotten.