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A forced laugh met the initial attempt at a sad joke—or that was what the Ostrega took the strange humour as. Never one to comply to society morals of easing another discomfort, Pippin quirked a brow, not bothering to pretend he didn’t find the other an entire level of awkward.

“Gentlemen caller,” he rumbled, finally eliciting an amused snort. “Can’t say
I’ve been accused of that before.” He paused, sensing the situation delve even deeper into the realm of strange attitude. Who was Towhee surrounding herself with these days?

“Don’t worry. I’m just an acquiantance. Last I seen her she was at the Redhawks territory. I just wanted to see if she was okay.” He blatantly ignored the parts about her mama bits—instead, he went straight to the point. Any longer in this guys weird presence was going to start chipping away at his sanity. “A mom. Eh? Good for her. Is she too out of commission to come to the borders?”

As in… why the fuck hadn’t either one of them called for her yet?