Flower Crowns and Gay

Sorin didn't have anything to say, though he was relieved when Glitch lifted his weight off of him. It wasn't much, but it was just enough for him to be able to breathe without struggling. He remained pressed against the ground, his ears slicked back against his crown, and his tail curled up beneath himself in a show of submission. If he could disappear by sinking through the layers of earth until nothing remained, he would have done just that. The laws of physics restricted him from such elaborate escape attempts, though. It was far safer to stay where he was despite the violence that could happen at any given moment. Gods, how foolish he'd been to think this hulking man would want anything to do with making crowns. It seemed like all he'd been looking for was a good little pet to take for his own. How foolish he'd been.