Starglow Basin a man must have a code

soto's shove sends saleem sailing; the doggerel grin persisting as saleem turns around, his expression outraged.

he shouts his confusion into the air.

perhaps soto should demonstrate more physically?

he rises, a low swagger to his first few steps. embracing the air, soto makes as if he is mounting some invisible woman -- the glinting of his goldcoin eye turned upon saleem.

tu. he points to saleem mid-hump, another laugh pressing against his throat as he stops the arcing of his pelvis and motions back to the stone quarters behind him. fiamma. eh?

standing upright, soto's expression drains of mirth. hazme niños.