Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Trick snorted again at the other's words. Right. He said, clearly not convinced. No one liked him for who he truly was. Sure, they loved his image of a nice-guy or pirate or whatever weird shit they were in to, but no one really knew him. trick himself didn't even know himself, what made the others capable of it? He was a trickster, but underneath that image, what was he? A desperate, fucked up man with a desire to come out of his shell. But that would never happen, not when everything was going so good for the trickster.

As long as I'm not freezing or bored. He replied to Teabag's tease. A specific answer to that question was weird, embarrassing. He looked around, green orbs scanning the dark cave but not detecting any signs of life. He could only hear the soft breathing of Teabag behind him, getting ready for a quick fuck. Whoever wants to watch can watch. He hummed softly, actually getting into the whole idea of getting taken by a guy he barely knew in the cave of his pack that he wanted to destroy.