Don't You Worry

He just kept staring out at nothing, even though he could feel the spotted man's gaze on him. It made him wiggle slightly, a tad uncomfortable that he was just looking at him. Wasn't there somewhere else that he could look? Gosh... Huffing, he was about to turn his head to tell him if he was counting every strand of hair on his coat, but a paw darted towards him and jammed against him. Cohen bristled, his lips curling back as he glared at the older man. "What the hell was that for?" he asked with a growl, standing up and walking over to him with his teeth bared. He didn't really liked to be touched, it creeped him out. Lifting up his own front paw he attempted to jab it towards Amarant, aiming for his left flank right on top of his ribs. "How do you like being poked?"