Starglow Basin [m] look what you [m]ade me do

Her eyebrows rose when Soto pushed Fiamma away. Towhee didn’t understand a word of what he said to her, though the shove spoke for itself. He didn’t want her, though that begged the question: why not? Fiamma herself didn’t appear to know the answer, though she seemed to think Soto belonged to Towhee if her pointy words were anything to go by.

She blinked a few times as Fiamma took her leave then, likely to go find someone who would bang her. That left Towhee’s eyes to shift slowly to Soto, wondering if the younger woman’s words had any merit. Had Soto rejected Fiamma for her sake?

She realized there was no way of finding out, seeing as her translator had just left and likely wouldn’t be particularly willing to provide her services after this. Towhee drew a great breath into her lungs as she continued processing these last few minutes, orange eyes still drifting speculatively in Soto’s direction.

Maybe she heard about your barbed dong, she mused, well aware he wouldn’t understand a word of it. What makes her think you’re my man? And what the hell does ‘if you can’ mean? Does she need receipts? Speaking of which, I’m gonna go find our son.

Towhee picked up a paw and prepared to turn from the scene, only to pause and look back at Soto. He knew the boy’s name, she was almost certain. Hopefully she could inject enough inflection into her voice to get a simple question across.

Have you seen Bushtit?