Luneshale Pass It’s time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down.

lmao

if soto wasn't such a bigot, he could have learned more english and avoided himself the spectacular mistake of assuming that towhee had just invited intimacy between them.

her gesture surprises him, but he doesn't move. it appears she's taken his rejection far more kindly than fiamma. with the infuriating and unfailing confidence of a man, soto decides this: it's time to send @Haruto after the amazon, to investigate whatever was going on with her leg. 

he nods. he knows good is the equivalent of bueno, and assumes she's fine with this arrangement. si.

and then because he's ever a man of action, soto rises. there's a segment of border he plans to revist and smear his scent all over. later, he wishes to restock the cache and check in with fiamma.

he pauses and glances back at towhee. for a minute, it looks as if he's concentrating deeply - but then he raises a paw and signals goodbye in the strange symbol-language bushtit had taught him.