Shadewood set the phasers to rot

Oh great, another one of those. He could atleast let his hair down and untie the belt, it seemed. Great. The Phantom needed a break from being uptight all the time. 

“Good,” he replied with a gentle smirk twitching the left lip a pinch. Watching the straggler take on the intrusion of irritation on his body, Cry hoped this mongrel wasn’t full of diseases or even parasites. But he seemed partially alive. “I guess we do- been pissin around the entire border and rubbin ourselves across the trees for fun though.” 

This monochrome wasn’t the only one with a silver tongue. 

But Cry meant it in particularly good humor, the evidence lay as jest in his words and lightness in his tone. His body remained rather neutral, tail slightly swishing to punctuate the end of his joke.

”Why?”