wait out the plastic weather. private

[abbr=info]✧*:･ﾟ[/abbr] Trig didn't think joining a cult was that much of a funny matter to begin with and this seemed to appear on his face as he raised a non-existent eyebrow at his boyfriend "I don't necessarily find the idea of a cult being pleasant at all," He said not elaborating why he didn't want to specifically go join a cult and the reason why he didn't want that was because it wasn't something or let alone a place he would want to bring up kids in. . . Not like he'd have any at the moment, at least, he hoped not seeing as he and Coronet's scandalous night wasn't exactly supportive of safety. Which was surprising especially Trigger usually put most of the stops before he would do anything. He didn't want to somehow settle in a cult and realize he was probably, maybe, not necessarily plump with kids. That would cause a whole search and joining process plus having to settle down again to their own liking, hell, he didn't even like the thought of it. The hermaphrodite would twitch his whiskers nodding slowly "It sounds good. . . Maybe we could. . . Rest a bit before going." Not even a week and Trig felt attached to the cave in which they had taken refuge within but he knew better than to get attached, his eyes landed onto the rabbit once more making a swift movement towards the rabbit only to manage to catch it bringing it over. He set it down on a somewhat dry rock.m.
"speech"