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"..............................." Looking at the Death division lead, then the others, Marcus sighed and shook his head. "..... ~pyon."

It was never a good thing when Leon saw Rep mouthing back at him, it meant he was feeling overconfident. "one, whats a convention yiff?" he asked honestly, unsure of what the redhead was getting at. "nevermind, forget i asked that, and if I had my clothes i'd wear them you twit, but they got stolen." he said in a huff and crossed his arms defensively. It already made him look foolish to lose his clothes again, but to have it pointed out by the resident jackass of the group.

it just made him feel bitter.

"You can go to hell and rut yourself for all I care Yiff!" he barked back at the sun mutt, after hearing Harrison land a jibe at him too.

It almost hurt if he wasn't shocked at what the moon hunter said. "Again, not a fireman nor a stripper yiff." he said simply to the guy that he had respect for. and promptly went to cover his boxers front. "crap, is my hose showing? Yiff!"
it was one thing to enter in his boxers, it was another to just show off what he had.

either that or Harrison was just that good at staring at undergarments.

again, he forgot about the death leader sitting there. not until Jordan brought it up.

"Oh crap....yiff."

"Shut up Rep yiff." leon bit back, mostly because he was wondering the same thing.

this time his normal clothes and the horrible suit was taken. why? did someone want to get punched into oblivion? But the fact remained that he was almost clothes-less and getting jeered at by the ginger idiot.

"i'm sure people would laugh at you if you exposed what little of yourself you had, mutt. But i'm fairly confident that it wouldn't be the same for me yiff." he said confidently and puffed his chest out with the ego to match.

There were some things that leon was lax about. But not when it came to his masculinity.

not this time. The snide comments of the red dog of the sun bit deep. Maybe it was all the barking that made it even worse, but Leon could feel his hairs standing on end, bristling at the thought. "Are you challenging me Yiff?" he said back in a even tone, not snide but clearly leveled from the irritation bubbling up from inside.

"You'd better choose your words carefully mutt yiff."

Rep narrowed his eyes at Leon and snarled. "As much as you might want to see my d**k BarkBark. You can keep ******** dreaming."

As Jordan spoke up however, his scowl melted into a cheshire cat grin. "And yeah. Keep it to yourself. No one here wants to see that. Might strain our eyes looking for it. Barkbarkbark"

Candace wasn't at all surprised by the text Caelius had given them. Give the trainees time to actually get to the meeting place? Ha. Hell no. This was Caelius. Candace was starting to wonder if he even gave full-fledged hunters enough time to react to texts. Somehow she doubted he did. She did hurry if only to not give the satisfaction of her being late so he had someone to ridicule.

She almost wished she was late, what with the current topic of conversation.

Why did we care about Leon and Rep's penises.



"Clarice tried to get Leon to strip during our ladies party and he refused, nyan~." Candace sounded almost disappointed.

But then she remembered something.

"..You realize Caelius is like two feet away from you and hates us all, right nyan~?"

"Jordan, first of all, i don't seem to have pants anyways, yiff." Leon stated as a matter of fact and indicated to his boxers. thank gods he wore boxers today.

"Secondly, i cant let Rep get away with saying that. no. way. YIFF." he fumed mostly to himself as he glared at Jordan. "Yeah i see him Candace, but since we are all making odd noises already I figured it wouldn't matter anyways. plus i didn't go there willingly to strip, i was traded and dragged yiff."

even with all the pilfered beer in the world, you couldn't make the unwilling strip, and leon was indeed unwilling to do it.