Ankyra Sound Deliver us

don't want to keep this delayed as i'm not the spreeing type so imma have lyc leave :)

if ever there was a time for a crab with jamaican patois to emerge from the foam, crooning kiss de gurl, it would be now, as these two besot kids stared into eachother's eyes. Lycaon squinted (like that would help him hear what they were saying), but he was too far away to parse anything meaningful from their conversation. body language was multilingual, however, and the ivory boy mustered the situation quickly--somehow, Ingram and this gal were very familiar with one another. and probably ready to hold sexual congress right here in front of him. 

Lycaon didn't really understand the drawing power at play here--he had never been twitterpated before, or felt the spectrum of emotions that vibrated on the same frequency as infatuation. instead of approaching the duo, Lycaon gurned on a lump in his throat. was his brother going to take off with this girl? and leave him to find Wylla alone? was he about to be abandoned again?

angst consumed him, so as quiet as he could manage, the boy slipped from his perch in the backdrop and scurried through the gaping mouth of the grotto's entrance.