Nocturne Summit Kurayami

Almost runnin’ into ya, Haru explained with a heavy-lidded stare. The thief’s narrow muzzle curled into a lazy smirk.

Might’ve stuffed my snout right up yer tail end, there. And that wasn’t an appealing thought for either of them, Sawamura was sure. The stranger wasn’t a bad looking man, but Haru had little interest in other men. At least, for having a body that would draw a romantic gaze.

Haru glanced toward the carcass with hungry eyes. The other claimed that the kill was his, he’d laid dibs on it. The thief wasn’t too concerned with trivial matters like claims. Sawamura was hungry. He wanted a piece of the carcass, at the very least.

How about I uh… I sing ya a song fer a bite?

Haru didn't really want to do that either.