Heron Lake Plateau And the 808 is our drummer.

tegan was quiet for a moment, deciding if he even fucking cared anymore. apparently towhee didn't think this was a good idea so why the fuck even bother. it wasn't that far, ugh. and alliance didn't mean like-- actually he didn't even know what alliance actually meant. it meant friends, right? like if something went fuckall in the plateau they could send someone to moonspear and be like 'hey can u help us pls' and then there'd be help... right? right??????????? 

who cares, it doesn't even matter. 

"right," was all he said, faking a thoughtful expression, "i'll go ask quixote and let you know, tow, thanks." he gave her a quick nudge to the shoulder and a broad smile and then turned and left, his expression immediately falling into something grumpy. jfc, towhee, how dare you disagree with prince knowitall.