Flower Crowns and Gay

Sorin had convinced himself to stick around because he hadn't seen anything wrong with the man called Glitch. Sure, he seemed to have no respect for personal boundaries, but he didn't seem too bad otherwise. The arrival of a second male caused Sorin to pause, though. There was a reason why he didn't socialize, and he was beginning to realize he should have listened to that still small voice in the back of his head. It seemed these two were related, but the other man seemed far less approachable than the brother. At least... until Glitch opened his mouth to speak again. The tone of voice he used was far different than the one he'd been using to speak to Sorin just a moment ago, and the small male found himself taking a step back.

His ears flicked back as that beryl gaze glanced between the man he knew now was Piece, and the man he'd only met not five minutes ago. Sorin couldn't help the baffled look that crossed his features as Glitch claimed him as his own. His tail tucked behind his hind legs, the tip pushed up against his lower abdomen as he wheeled back several strides. He kicked up the earth in his frantic retreat, head lowering just a fraction or two as he sought to put distance between himself and this trouble. "I beg your pardon?" He belted out incredulously, eyes narrowing though not in anger. He was afraid. "Are you crazy? I've only just met you not five minutes ago. I'm not an object to be kept."

He paused here, his gaze ping-ponging between the two as he took several more steps back. "I do believe I've over-stayed my welcome, gentlemen. I'll be taking my leave now."