Absko: because he’s not my type.

Absko: yeah

Imari:…thank you?

he’s a lion, his name is Imari

Absko: when i have time i visit my tribe’s dens to check on the young cubs and yes, play with them.

Absko: please not my general-

Absko: go look for your mother, cub.

Absko: hmm….. Probably take her back to my tribe. Aid her. I’m not heartless.

Una cosita bien bonita