Serpent Lake (M) Two straws, one check, girl, I got you.

it would be easy. and it would sacrifice all.

soto moves to wrap himself around towhee as she rasps in his ear. the hungering growl dies in his throat as another scent wafts into periphery.

bushtit.

it's enough to stab the billowing of his sails metaphorically; what previously was hard and excited immediately went soft. soto halts, mourning the sudden cold in the space where towhee's fervent body had been moments before.

no, he growls. no puedo. he jerks his head in the direction bushtit's scent wafted in from, feeling the mood entirely evaporate and his cojones shrivel.