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Having his ears rubbed was making it really hard to think. Jordan's eyes closed, and his purr got louder. He might have had a stupidly blissed-out look on his face.

Rep gave Harrison a gloomy damp look, stroking Killer like a supervillian's cat before turning on his heel and heading right back to his trap with a muttered. "Thanks for the help there."

He placed the little herpicorn on the ground as they neared the trap, still with its red captive wriggling irritably in its confines. Killer looked less apprehensive than Rep did as he trotted over to sniff the trap curiously with a little wiggle. It gave him the courage to actually go over and take it out, picking up what he could only describe as a little irritable red bull.

It tried to gore him, which was pretty adorable all things considered. He held it more at arms length, eyeing it critically. Faint red flame danced across its skin, admittedly hindered quite a bit by this rain it seemed. Maybe that was why it was so irritable. He felt he'd found a kindred spirit, annoyed in the rain. He figured he'd keep it, especially with its spirited little attempts to maim him in various ways. Clearly that was just a sign of affection.

Triumphantly, he walked back to Jordan and Harrison, Killer skipping along in tow, determinedly holding onto the flailing bovine. "Found one." he stated in a tone that long-sufferingly implied "no thanks to you guys." without even a word.

"Haha, guess someone out there's afraid of Chicago," Harrison said, sizing up the struggling bull. It had two horns, which was twice the goring power, and a familiar angry expression. "It kinda looks like you."

Killer kept looking up at the new friend, and delicately put a hoof on Rep's leg.

"Don't let Killer get him," Harrison warned. He cocked an ear towards Jordan's trap. "Sounds like something's over there."

It took far more effort than it should have to pry himself out from under the far-too-relaxing petting, and even then, Jordan had to shake his head sharply to clear the pleasant haze out of his brain. He got up and eyed Harrison with a small amount of amiable suspicion. "Dude, that totally isn't even fair," he complained, not meaning it. Much.

Before going out into the rain, he padded lazily over to wrap an arm around Rep's waist, though his tails flicked with distaste at the soaked fur. "Thanks," he purred, brushed a kiss across the wolf's cheek, and then went out to attend to the trap himself. It was a corrividus, of course. He caught himself thinking wistfully about snacking on it. He let it go instead, resetting the trap as the birdlike mini flapped off into the rain in a flurry of annoyed feathers and squawks.

Rep gave Jordan a momentarily very dazed and approving look at the kiss, his irritation melting away for just a bit as his tail wagged eagerly again. He almost felt guilty for not going and bringing the bird back before he mentally dragged himself out of that and back into the long suffering frame of mind he'd been in before. He wasn't a sucker.



Harrison got an outright pout at his suggestion. "You are just ******** jealous man." he stated, looking a bit more intent as he looked from Harrison, to Killer, to the little bull looking resigned in his arms.

"I'm calling him Massacre. Because he's more deadly than Killer."

So there.

"Haha, all considering, I'm surprised you didn't show up with feathers hanging out of your mouth."

Harrison scowled at Rep's assertion. "Yeah, name him all you want, we'll see about who's deadlier."

At the sound of his name, Killer looked even more excited. His horn glowed a little.

"It's a corrividus," Jordan said. "I bet they're bony and gamy anyway." He paused. "I can't believe that's even a consideration."

He watched Massacre exchange sniffs with Killer and promptly hide, and kept his ears and whiskers very still so as not to betray his internal smirk.