Sun Mote Copse of a leather seat between your legs

his tail thumped against the ground at the comment, specifically the second part. despite how sad and angry and even a little cruel he was, tegan was at his core just that. a little shit. i'll try to come around again. i dunno. maybe i'll try to find easy... er, blackbear, tegan said, trying to give his mom a rough agenda of his path even though that was roughly uhm. not helpful. 

i never been in a pocket a day in my life, tegan reminded his mom then, and pulled away reluctantly from her embrace. he glanced away, ears flicking a few times. then, sneakily, he glanced back at her. can you at least admit to me i'm the favorite? i won't tell anyone -- swear, he said, pressing a shit eating grin onto his features. he was still incredibly sad, but he pushed it aside for finley's sake.