Coconut Grove better follow me towards, downtown

i... began tristan before he quickly quieted and let her finish. god he hated having any kind of emotion. what did it even matter now, anyway, he suddenly wondered? before, after bat died, he wanted to prove that he was mature and responsible enough to take on more in the pack. he had to prove it to towhee and quixote and stupid fucking clover. but... now? who the fuck was he proving this to? himself? wasn't he already confident enough in himself -- he didn't need to prove anything. 

i wanna start up a pack, he said with a flick of his tail, giving a heavy huff to rid his nose of the sand that had gotten lodged in there when he stupidly stuck his nose in the ground, here. 

my panties are not twisted, he returned with a huff. and then, tristan reached to hook her neck with his arm and pull her down. i'll get your panties in a twist, he added playfully, nipping at her ears and cheeks as he pulled her head down closer to his.