His world had been sunny since Haven had come in to his life. Yes his heart still ached with the absence of his sister in his life, but the way his soul shone in the presence of the cream girl was enough to make him forget for a time. He had found a home, a life, and a purpose that he had never even dreamt of before. They went on adventures and got in to trouble, chasing fireflies and counting the stars and in just a short time he had grown immeasurably close to his imprint. She was everything he needed in a friend, all smiles and playfulness just as he was. It seems fate did, in fact, know what was best for him at the end of the day.

As he exited the small opening of the den he missed Haven’s groan of dismay as his two-toned eyes settled on the fire-kissed male outside. Even as his genial greeting still hangs in the air Haven rushes out from behind him, her nervousness tangible to him not on through their bond but the quickness of her words and movements. His white-patched head tilted sideways, his smile wavering for a moment as she run her muzzle underneath his chin with fondness and a familiarity that, for a moment, made his chest tight. He spent most of his time with Haven, so if she had another that she was…interested in he imagined he would have noticed by now. The scene before him made his resolve waver as he feels a cold, and very unfamiliar sting of Jealousy.

His gaze flicks back and forth between the two of them, trying to gauge his reaction and their relationship. Even as Haven’s bubbly words surround them, her nervousness making his tail twitch rather sporadically. For a moment he is pleased at the fact that the male doesn’t respond to Haven’s affections, rather remaining stoic and rather grumptastic (reminiscent of his sister almost, he thinks). His words are to the same effect, a song-like quality given to their rhythm and pitch, but laced with threats that he didn’t doubt would turn to promises. His large ears prick forward and his mouth hangs slightly slack at the forthrightness of his words, labeling him her boyfriend! Not that he wouldn’t be more than willing, but he knew Haven wasn’t ready for anything of that nature and his eyes dance to her to catch her reaction. Hollowpoint had a knack for putting himself in a sundry of the most awkward situations possible, they seemed to follow him around but oddly enough he always benefited from them in the end.

With Taliesin’s next words however his blue and gold eyes jerk back to him abruptly. He swallows deeply, concern etching his face for a moment before he breaks into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. His head lowers, sides shaking with the laughter that bubbled from his lips as one of his smaller paws beats the ground. He tries to control it, choking back the amusement that has actually brought tears to his eyes at this point. “You think she and I…? You think that we…?” Another fit of laughter overwhelms him but he regains some control more quickly this time. “No,” he manages between heavy breaths, his tongue lolling out over his teeth in a haphazard, lopsided smile as he pants now from the exertion the laughter took him. “We’re just friends,” he says, bumping Haven’s shoulder with his own in a playful, familiar gesture; though it probably wasn’t the best place to put himself at the moment.

He turned to her waiting to see what she would say, and thinking that she was more than welcome to disagree with him if she liked.