Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Teagan's grin grew wider at the sound of his newfound companion's laugh and Trick's imitation of himself. It made him few, well, somewhat less weird now that he'd found someone who appreciated his sense of humour, managed to banter back and forth, and even imitated him. They were going to get along so well, he could feel it in his guts. After all, jerks and heartbreakers naturally graviated towards one another after all; they were the assholes, and only assholes ever saw past another asshole's walls.

"I would have preferred my brother's name, Killian," Teag said with a shrug, after raising an eyebrow at the 'teaba-' that Trick had uttered first. "But you can't have everything in life, so, yeah. I mean, it could've been worse. Mom could've called me, like, Dickface or Bob or something. Can you imagine me being called Bob, though?" Teagan made a face. Dickface, he could deal with, but Bob? Nah. Just, nah. He pitied anyone who had to endure being called Bob. If he was Bob, he would've changed his name ages ago.

Teagan smiled when he noticed his companion scooting closer, and in turn, Teag moved ever so slightly towards Trick. "I know. I mean, who can resist this-" he gestured at himself, "-hot package." He said with a smirk. The coywolf began moving downwards, his teeth that had been preening Trick's nape wandering down the raven-furred wolf's back. "What, exactly do you want, darling?" he breathed into the man's fur, tongue teasingly grooming the hairs there. "