Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Trick snorted softly, not knowing what to think of the foxy man. He acted as if butterflies were fluttering outside in a big group, creating the most beautiful pictures in the sky, instead of destroying locusts. Was this one a sane, or a sinner just like him? He watched the other sit down -almost too close for comfort- with a raised eyebrow. He listened and realized that Teabag was more fun than the most in The Keep at the moment. Sure, Grace was nice and all, but did she know how to have fun?

Trick chuckled lightly. Perhaps you're right. He said, actually knowing that the other was totally right. Their eyes met, and Trick couldn't help but feel as if they had been friends for years. If we are doomed already, better make the last days fun. Trick said, shrugging lightly and letting his head move with it. Of course my name isn't Trick. He responded bluntly. Finally, somehow that noticed how fucking ridiculous it was for a mother to call her child that. Something told him, that him and the red invader of personal space would get along nicely.

Before he could respond again though, the other came closer and he froze. What the hell? He could understand the other's affection for him , the stuck up man that he was, but was he really so feminine that he attracted males as well? Or was Teabag just fucking with him? Whatever the reasoning was, he couldn't help but heat up. Hey! He exclaimed, louder than he had anticipated. He sighed. Oh, what did it matter. It was cold anyway. 

What did you have in mind? Trick asked, only hints of a smirk playing on his lips.