LOCKE
If there weren't pumpkins starting to swarm around them, he'd question Nate more on what exactly he means. He's also very glad the demi-god doesn't have the attuned bond at the moment because he absolutely doesn't want to explain the heat in his belly. No, he'd rather commit something akin to a crime against these sentient pie fillers.
Oh. Nate wants to play. Locke's tail is lashing a mile a minute, low growls rumbling up in his chest as the man lobs them at him. The first few he manages to simply smack to the side, exploding them against trees and rocks and sometimes each other. Then he catches one in his mouth, fangs sinking into woody flesh. A pause and a crunch and suddenly his face is wet with sticky seeds and strings. Tastes good at least. He spits it out and does a butt wiggle, waiting for the next one to be tossed to him. C'mon Nate, can't you tell kitty wants to play?
Oh. Nate wants to play. Locke's tail is lashing a mile a minute, low growls rumbling up in his chest as the man lobs them at him. The first few he manages to simply smack to the side, exploding them against trees and rocks and sometimes each other. Then he catches one in his mouth, fangs sinking into woody flesh. A pause and a crunch and suddenly his face is wet with sticky seeds and strings. Tastes good at least. He spits it out and does a butt wiggle, waiting for the next one to be tossed to him. C'mon Nate, can't you tell kitty wants to play?
And you got what the whole world wants
So strap that armor tighter on
So strap that armor tighter on
