Lion Head Mesa socius

the chihuahua frowned severely, one eyelid twitching with every syllable from the dark man's lips. 

the imperator made no excuses. a part of gucci both resented and acknowledged him for it.

"oh stuff your investigation, jus' get out mah sight." the nobleman spat into the space the imperator previously occupied. he remained still and seething as the wolf passed him to leave.

gucci's thoughts were full of the dark young man, and his anger kept the tide of empathetic despair dammed and rising.

he sharply turned his head to look at the retreating coward. 

"tell 'im he's always welcome back in th' mesa. ahll vouch fo' him anytime."

and that was that.