Sun Mote Copse Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Penn stared at Fenn, unable to understand what the fuck she wanted from him. Hell, why would she want anything from him at all right now? His desire to do something stupid had faded into a desire to go lie under a rock and sleep for a decade. Existence hurt. And she clearly had no fucking idea.

Still, Penn had no fight in him until she did the unthinkable. "Oh, fuck that guy," he snapped, his anger rising again, "He's such a fucking tool. Why do you even talk to that jackass?" His blood boiled at the thought of his cousin. They did not get along. Even were it not for how territorial he felt over Fennec, he probably still wouldn't much care for his cousin. They were boys and they were young and they were a bit too similar to rub elbows comfortable. And the fact that Fenn would bring him up then (or ever) was just fucking annoying.