Redsand Canyon gargoyle

as usual, maxim learned a new slew of vocabulary and history from towhee's story. apparnently towhee had been...partying it up, only to be ripped a new asshole!

his gaze remained on her as she adjusted, prepared to shift as need be. yet soon enough she was carrying on. that this new asshole had been gifted because she had banged her leader's best friend! appropriately his face morphed with emotions. shock, surprise, the whole collection.

one of the things he had come to love about towhee was never being able to predict her.

every experience with her was a new one.

especially as she declared herself a soulless slut. which he did genuinely struggle to think of her as! considering they had entered a business partnership. although that had ultimately become...this. cuddling, caring, retelling stories that had him gawking.

-no-, and he was honest, even as offered a lazy near sleazy grin. cheek to her own for a moment. drawing his nose alongside it.

it would have been easy to verbally tease her, but he found himself more inclined to stay close to her. maybe it was the story, maybe it was the tragedy.

his teeth aimed to nibble at the ruff of her jaw and cheek.