Wapun Meadow downtown

luckily for tristan, blackthorn rule was not 'shelter your kids'. sure, ibis might've lived under a rock her whole life but... she wasn't under one anymore. and she had terrible influences like tristan out in the real world to explain a few things that might've been kicked under the rug. for example: this. absentmindedly, as his teeth began to comb through the fur along her neck, tristan wondered if ibis had ever gotten the talk. something told him no, call it a gut feeling, which left him wondering how far he should be pushing this... like, he was starting to feel like he could push it all the way. but.. morally... should he? and even if he shouldn't, did he care?

well, he was also prepared to be entirely shut down at any second anyhoo, so he continued. whatever. he'd tested his luck in worse ways weeks prior (AKA attacking towhee). full send, as the kids say.

you tell me how you feel? he opted for, feeling it was a good middle ground for both parties... one because ibis probably didn't know what was going on and tristan also had a lot to learn / perfect. unless she stopped him, he used his nose again to trace to the hollow of her throat -- peppering in little licks along the while.