Swiftcurrent Creek avoidant

Haunter looked down at Fox idly, his mind traveling briefly to Jinx and their near-tryst before remembering that that was the reason he had been avoiding her and hadn't actually seen her since the spring festival. This was probably a good thing, as Haunter couldn't imagine himself being very good at apologies.

He shook his head in answer just as she touched her nose into his shoulder. He looked slightly pleased at the gesture, but if he had been about to smile for the first time, it was negated by the sudden appearance of Ferdie and his dead goose. Haunter was immediately irritated with himself for not noticing his presence before, but in the back of his mind he blamed Fox and her ability to completely ensnare his attention without impunity.

The Theta was interrupting but it was not Haunter's place or nature to say so. Regarding rank wasn't either. As long as he didn't feel challenged or bothered, the inky male was tolerant of company. He was so facetious about things like this that he couldn't even exactly recall their initial meeting and if Ferdie were to apologize about it, Haunter would gaze at him blankly in response.

"Jinx does seem the type to attract the skin-crawling type," he drawled in his raspy rumble; and only after a long moment in which he debated on responding to the male's words or not.