Redhawk Caldera Mona Lisa: the original basic bitch

He looked a bit like, well, every other member of his natal family, though he was quite a bit smaller and… HEY! Caracal exclaimed, eyes going wide, Hey, you got a wiener! That made him think of the only masculine figure in his life for a beat, though only in passing. You’re not a girl, he continued in a wondering tone, thinking of the twins before his complexion crinkled and he spat, Girls suck butts! He felt a flush of heat when he realized what he’d just said about his own mother and other female relatives, though like his thought of Reyes, he didn’t linger on it.

Instead, he sniffed toward the smaller puppy, though he stopped short and cocked his head when he growled. Hey, I’m a boy too! Don’t be a butt sucker, Caracal replied indignantly, an edge of warning in his voice now. Are you the nephew? he asked, tone shifting to bright and inquisitive in the space of a breath. He felt pretty darn clever for recollecting the kid’s existence. What’s your name again?

Author: Kat