Blackfeather Woods Your new home.

Burke let out a soft grunt, remembering the wound at the base of his skull. Sometimes when he turned his head in a certain angle he would feel the wounds of that damn woman. By now the wounds had mostly turned into crusts but they still pulled on the base of his skull. The male lifted his head again and watched Malice act out someone on a high voice. She might be the first who liked his jokes, or well, even laughed a bit about them. Funny.

The male cleared his thread when she grew excited about hearing about Cicero and then apologizing. Burke raised his dotted eyebrow. "Why do you always do that, show your true self and then apologize for it?," he questioned the female. He was not sure why that was, but to him it sounded a bit like she was insecure. He nudged her.