Swiftcurrent Creek Fresh cut grass, one cold beer

*snickers* Now Ira's going to have the wrong idea about the word, slut, ahaha.

Jinx was open to the idea of Headhunting together and Ira was filled with a sense of genuine rapture at the idea of him and Jinx sneaking into another’s territory and making mischief. Jinx’s words had caught the Princeling’s attention abruptly, ears cupping forth atop his skull as his eyes appraised her wordlessly as he let her words sink it and stew for a moment. The only logical conclusion he could come too was that there was a possibility that she might be planning on branching off. “Are you suggesting that,” His voice dropped lower in the case that someone was eavesdropping upon them, though he rather doubted it. If anything he was the one that others needed to worry about eavesdropping. Still, he encouraged his inner caution. “ we’re leaving?” He whispered in a low tone that was meant only for her. He felt the abrupt suspicion that there were things she was not telling him but was hopeful that he would not have to ask outright for details - that his question would be enough to inspire them.

Their conversation made it’s way back to inability to understand Bones and the fact that despite his warnings and despite her teasing that she only liked him a “little bit” Ira was still bothered by the fact that she liked him even in a little bit. Ira was thoughtful as he processed Jinx’s suggestion about Bones being a slut - and having never heard the term before he assumed that she was right in her use of it. “Maybe,” Ira allowed in a soft murmur, shrugging his shoulders. “It really doesn’t matter it was just weird.” If they were leaving it wasn’t as if he was going to see her again, and so having convinced himself that it was no measure of a deal at all, he let his previous concern roll of his shoulders carelessly.