Coconut Grove i'm in a b-boy stance, i'm not dancing

ope, she stepped back. probably a good move because tristan was being a pretty huge dick right now. she asked a question that tristan probably didn't expect. mostly because... like... i don't  know -- why do girls ask so many fucking questions? ugh. his tail flicked, ears mirroring that as they cupped forwards towards her. despite his words, his body language was saying quite the opposite, leaning forwards and intently looking her over. 

you want a boyfriend, he said rather dumbly, gaze on her steady -- i won't say the word hungry because he isn't being weird rn but think of something kind of similar to that. something secure, i can't promise that.