if you're sexy then flaunt it

Well, his dad certainly wasn't growing moss from his retirement. Chaos had hardly called out when the old man sent back a snarky reply from the top of his tractor. Chaos grinned and pranced closer. "And what if I did? What would you do, gum me to death?"

The familiar banter with his father was comforting. He'd grown up hearing it between both his parents even when he'd been too young to understand, and he and Rhys had their own - G rated - version of the witty repartee as they'd played. For a short time he'd had that with Artemis in Crew, then Leto. Maybe that's what had made them so intriguing for him, that they had the same snark and fire that he'd grown up to know as a proper relationship.

But the faint dissatisfaction and melancholy was still there beneath the laughter. He had to force the grin to keep from slipping from his muzzle when he reared up against the metal to get in his father's face. "You're going to get fat and gray laying there if you don't get exercise." God, HE was going to get fat and gray laying around here too. "What's new?"