Heron Lake Plateau very rare, mom jeans on her derriere

tegan scowled playfully (what juxtaposition) at her remark, his chin tilting up. "you know what i mean," he rephrased, though inwardly counted himself as the world's best scout / ambassador so. uh. yeah. towhee was not good enough by this standard. "you've got a lot of other responsibility, i could take this one off your shoulders," he added with a flick of his tail. he was relieved (and mildly surprised) to hear towhee's response. i mean, yeah, he totally remembered the conversation. but that was eons ago, and tegan had done some pretty fuck shit since then. no matter. 

at the comment about it's not up to me, and the noted scowl, tegan cocked his own head. "yeah, quixote," he said knowingly, green eyes blinking, "i just wanted your input before i went to the big guns." and then, with a gentle shrug, tegan signed, -quixote is really dope, i didn't wanna go guns blazing to him- but tegan always went guns blazing to towhee. duh.