Phoenix Maplewood my buddies, they drink liquor; sometimes I'll go along

The man swung away from him with a cautionary lift of the lips. He slicked his ears back in response, but let him keep his imaginary protection.
He carried on, letting him reply. He was surpised the other male didn't just try and bomb off.

He pursed his lips, letting out a quiet, "shit."
He fell silent for a few steps, letting the guy stop bristling at him. Probably.
"Name?"
He looked to the man, wondering how he'd react.