Totoka River anti social social club

The boy had been spending a lot more time by the river and on the beach as of late, but he wasn't ever too far from Ravensblood and frequently returned to the haven that Constantine provided.

Today he was on the hunt once more for the Cortens, or maybe for something to eat — but what he found was something entirely different. The sound of intermittent voices along the riverside piqued his interest; Screech thought that maybe the familiarity he felt when he heard them was because his hunt was over. Maybe the Cortens were having another party! He wanted to fill the void left by his own family's absence, and didn't think as he followed the sounds to their origin point.

What he found — who he found — made him instantly elated and then just as swiftly sick to his stomach. There was his brother Redshank! There was the joy, ah, it buzzed in his skin. But then as Screech approached behind the chocolate-clad boy, he spied Sorina just over his shoulder; his excitement flipped and flopped and he lost hold of his happiness.

The fuck do you think you're doin'? He called out as he crept up to Shank's flank; he cast his friend a brief look-over with his good eye (having come upon the scene at a good enough angle to keep his ruined side hidden) and he bared his teeth at the stupid bitch. Get away from him.