Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Teagan cocked an eyebrow. "Buddy, I know I'm right," he said blatantly and shamelessly, grinning widely. Yeah, he could definitely get along with Trick; there was something about the swarthy male that made Teag think that he was less uptight than he made himeslf to be and that he was actually kind of, well, kind of an asshole. Not that Teag actually gave a damn, given the fact that he, himself, was probably an even bigger jerk. Besides, assholes and assholes made the best friends. "Yes! That's what I'm talking 'bout, bud," Teag said with a crooked smile in response to Trick's comment about fun last days. "I knew you weren't a boring pile of shitcake, brah."

"Well, it's a good moniker so I approve of your name change," Teag told the raven furred man with a lift of his shoulder. When he leaned forward and nudged him, Trick blushed seemingly. Even if he didn't blush, the 'Hey!' told Teagan enough and he smirked. Man, he'll never get bored of this game. "Sorry, babe," Teag murmured, still smirking, not sounding sorry at all. "Gender doesn't mean shit to me, and well, you're cute. As in, hot."

At Trick's words, the coywolf leaned forward once more, preening the hairs of the trickster's nape with his teeth. "Depends, Trick. What do you want?"