Bramblepoint somethin' late at night

Yeet couldn’t tell if this stranger was confused or messing with him. But something about the defensive question tickled his funny bone. He laughed loudly.

Maybe that was why the other fox backed away from him. Perhaps Yolo’s twin thought he was crazy. Maybe he was, at least a little. Yeet had always been a little mad, he supposed.

Holding up two charred paws, he made a placating movement. “Chill, bruh, I’m not here to hurt you. What do they call you?”