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Things were about to get weird. Leon had finally relaxed and was feeling more confident, so of course something freakish had to happen to ruin his mood and make him wonder what the fuck was wrong with the much, much taller, older calico male. There was a moment of silence and the man closed his eyes and sighed, and then it was like a switch had been turned on. Or off, he couldn't tell; there was a smile on his mismatched face and a different look in his eyes, and overall his attitude changed. He grabbed Trig's wagging tail and gently dragged him back away from the stranger, the fur on the back of his neck raising nervously. His curled tail tightened upon his backside and he tensed a little and stayed that way, despite getting his cigarette, which he cautiously took and allowed to be lit before puffing on it.
The smoke filling his lungs caused the tenseness of his muscles to fade away, and for a moment, only a moment, he allowed his eyes to close, showing the sheer enjoyment of the cigarette plainly on his dark face before those bright, observant eyes were on Mars again. He said nothing to the reply to his comment to himself and didn't react at all to it besides blowing a puff of smoke in Bart's direction. Trigger looked between the two; he sensed a change in the Russo man and he could sense Leon's unease. It encouraged him to place himself behind his large brother and look up at Bart from the side of Leon's leg. Suddenly there was a stronger accent with the stranger spoke and he just... generally seemed like a different person. In a way, it slightly reminded him of his father and how one minute he could be calm and the next he could be enraged, like a different man.
"I dunno," Leon said quietly, looking away as he held the cigarette between his black lips and gently nibbling the butt of it with his teeth. Trigger nudged his knee, "We need a place to stay. He's been nice to us!" he encouraged, although somewhat more warily than he would've had Bart not appeared. Leon looked down at Trigger, his gaze softening as he tilted his head in the opposite direction in a defeated manner, "Aight, but only if y'don't--" He was unable to finish his sentence when he spotted Bart move toward the horse, pull something off, and then strip his fucking pants off in front of them. "What the fuck!" He barked in a surprised manner, dropping to his knees and yanking the moose skin on Trigger up over his head. Trigger was startled-- he hadn't been paying attention, thankfully, so he let out a little yelp when the fur was yanked over his eyes.
"Dude, d'y'mind?!" Leon was only bothered at all because his five month old brother was right there. Poor kid didn't need to see a random guy's sack! Leon, admittedly, didn't mind the brief view, though. "I mean, s'nice n'all, but c'mon." Leon kept the skin over Trigger's head until Bart's waist and manparts were covered by... a skirt... He stood, leaving the fur over the boy's head and leaving him to shake, trying to make it drop back around his neck.
Leon speaks Trigger Speaks
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