Coconut Grove if nautical nonsense be something you wish

now, no. tristan had not forgotten about their conversation the other day and... no, nor did he try. in fact, he went back and forth on the hour on whether or not he made the right call. i mean, yeah, he totally didn't want to be tied down so he probably did... but the idea of bat being banged out by some other dude was definitely bugging him. and it wasn't even a real problem!! just like!! the idea of it! 

ugh. anyway. he's being too stupid to even write about rn. 

so when bat found him, tristan pushed aside a round of awkwardness -- because typically that kind of stuff didn't effect him, and why should it start now? but when she mentioned breccan... OOOOooooOoOoOo. he got a little fired up. damn it! he should've never offered that guy a place to stay in the first place. his ears pricked. oh, dope, he said, still appearing pleasant as ever, shooting her a broad smile. but... then... she seemed to have a question. his ear flicked. what's up, pup? he asked her.