Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Teagan's smirk grew wider when the swarthy guy exclaimed that obviously he wasn't having fun and that they were all doomed. "Whatever, dude," the teenager-not-really said with a shrug of his shoulder and settled down comfortably beside his packmate, not caring that the other might not be comfortable with him being this close - he was practically touching the other guy. "If you really think that, you gotta lighten up. I mean, what's life without a bit of chaos?" Teag drawled out slowly, viridian eyes flickering to meet his companion's own green ones before fixing onto the scene outside. "You know, with a name like Trick, one would think you'll be less uptight. Is your real name even Trick? Anyways, I'll thought that you're a bit like me: a little fuck-up bastard."

Teag turned and cocked his head, before leaning closer, a smirk still tugging at his lips as he touched his nose to Trick's cheeck, his tongue flicking out to lick it gently - that is, if his swarthy packmate didn't flinch away or stop him. He lingered, then, not really touching, but extremely close to and he would remain there until he got pushed away, or he attained an appropriate reaction. "I'm bored," Teag breathed softly. "Care to play?" he winked, still lingering dangerously close.