Swiftcurrent Creek You're making me insane

Akavir snorted—a tangent offered, and the ebony male narrowed his eyes on his friend—only huffing a soft sigh when Arric came to the conclusion at the very end of it.

“Yeah. Call her out on her shit, by all means—just don’t call her a dick or be mean about it.” He paused—testing the waters now. “I can’t imagine you’d like it if I started calling Arlette names.”

A pack of assholes they might have been—but somehow, he couldn’t help but feel it was the two lead males who fit the bill most of all in that statement.