Coconut Grove better follow me towards, downtown

i don't really wanna travel anymore, he said to her, ears flicking as he anticipated some crazy response... idk why. his seafoam gaze searched hers, hoping to find a shred of ... well, he didn't know. something good. i mean, i still wanna scout and stuff. but i like it here, i really do -- more than i thought i would considering how wet it is. and i really missed having someplace to call home, he added, his teeth finding their grit as he began to regret being so candid. damn, since when did he have all these fucking emotions?? and when did he ever voice them??