Tugger Trouble [Cayran]

His eyes widened at the familiar voice of his father and he just barely managed to stop his mouth from hanging open agape when his father came walking into his view. It wasn't abnormal for them to cross paths, not when he had started spending more time in the yard again. But all his time avoiding the yard had definitely caused a rift in their relationship, though Tugger wasn't sure if they ever had a close relationship. Maybe back when he was a kitten, but those memories were a long time ago and had faded over time.

His silence was short lived and he let an easy smile cover up his shock. He did shrug his shoulders at his fathers inquiry into older queens. "Oh...you know me dad." He did sit up a little straighter, as he eyed his father, his posture not quite as flirtatious, but it was still inviting and alluring enough to intrigue anyone else that entered the area. His grin was wide, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll bed anything that breaths in my direction." An easy and believable lie, as almost everyone 'knew' his last count was quite high.

He did take in the winter air as he tracked Deuteronomy's movements. But like his father, his Maine Coon side gave him quite enough warmth, to still be comfortable out in the open on a chilly day. He propped one of his knees up, proudly on display as he rested his forearm onto his knee. "What brings you by?" He was hoping it wasn't a lecture, hoping Jenny hadn't found Deuteronomy first to tell him about his son's recent antics.

But just because he did have issues with his father, he was always civil with him. Most of the time he enjoyed spending time with his father. The rift and his deep seeded issues were never something he wanted to bring up and was happy enough to pretend they didn't even exist. "I assume Munkustrap is doing alright. And you, you're okay?" It was both a genuine question and an attempt to stall or change subjects from a potential lecture. It happened rarely now. Either his dad had accepted him, or he had given up trying. Tugger didn't know and didn't ask.

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He watched his father carefully, finding it absolutely absurd that he felt like he had to walk on eggshells just to talk to him. But he couldn't stop thinking that the reason for that was his own fault. He was the one that had disappeared for a few months, deepening the rift between his father, brothers and him. Only coming back awkwardly when Fynn had died. He admitted to himself that life had improved for him in the yard, but back then he had been little more then a stranger in his own home.

He did give his father a lazy grin, one that spoke that he didn't have a care in the world. Though his looks weren't quite reaching his eyes, but with their relationship strained, he wasn't even sure if his father would pick up that something was wrong; he'd never mentioned it before if he had. He did want to say 'Relax pops. I'm a virgin.', but the words never formed on his tongue. The last time he told Munkustrap in all seriousness that he hadn't been intimate with anyone before, his older brother had laughed at his "bad joke."

"Don't doubt they'd be snickering and laying on the "I told you so's" however." Oh they'd stop laughing once they determined whatever disease he may of contracted and how serious it was, and then give him well practiced concern, but the smug 'we knew this would happen' attitudes would probably be present. The tone of his voice made it seem like he himself didn't care or that he had already contracted one. He hadn't meant it to come across that way, but sometimes slipping into his reputation brought about interesting surprises to him.

He almost sighed in relief when Deuteronomy came to rest against the pipe below him. Not having to look into his father's eyes, he didn't have to keep up the total charade of 'The Rum Tum Tugger'. He did nod his head mutely, glad to have an update on his father and Munkustrap. Knowing they were both okay, he felt he had done his dutiful son obligation, though he suspected that it wouldn't be a simple 'oh we're fine...toodles', type of conversation. "Good. I'll probably go talk to Munkustrap later when I need to warm up." He said a little flirtatious, but it was more for Deuteronomy's benefit.

They both knew it was unlikely for Tugger to seek out his brother. They'd hang out from time to time or chat, but it was never intentional, it always started off when they'd cross paths or run into each other. The question directed at him, did stop Tugger's thoughts. It wasn't unusual and it was only right for Deuteronomy to ask the same follow up question. He shrugged his shoulders, but any honest answer wouldn't do. Wouldn't be good to let it slip that Tugger had a boring bone in his body, just sitting around pensively.

"After Jenny's holier than thou lecture, I'm feeling pretty invigorated. Possibly a little spiteful." Tugger muttered the last sentence low and under his breath. He did lean forward to look down at his father a playful smirk on his face. "I'll probably head to one of the clubs in the city tonight." Get a stiff drink, was left unsaid. He paused as he waggled his eyebrows. "See who's there and if I'll get lucky tonight."

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The black and blonde leopard couldn't help but to crack a smile at Deuteronomy's statement. He couldn't tell if he was exasperated with him or if he was just making an honest observation. It amused Tugger nonetheless. "We're both handfuls but I think I win out." If not for stupid things he's done, then simply because he's got a few years head start on Electra. He did chuckle softly under his breath. "Is that your subtle way of telling me to...'hangout' with Electra more?" He hadn't given it a whole lot of thought in the past, she was one of his groupies at the ball, and that was usually the extent of it.

Whether or not it was because she genuinely liked him or if it was because she did it because Etcetera did, Tugger didn't know. He did kind of like the idea of hanging around Electra more, and flirting with her to get under Jenny's skin. That would be the spiteful "Rum Tum Tugger" way. Maybe he would, eventually, but he wasn't up for it just yet. The next time Jenny gave him a look or a lecture, then he'd start flirting with her daughter, preferably in front of her. He scoffed at his father's words. Him...going a day or two without sex? "And some can go twenty four years without sex." Tugger replied flippantly.

He was on the serious side, but his tone suggested anything but. He did narrow his eyes, and was just ruffled enough to get off of his perch and jump down in front of his father. "Settle down." He repeated, just to make sure he had heard his father right and to let his father hear just how unnatural those words sounded coming from him. "And how many queens did you go through under the guise of settling down?" Tugger hadn't meant to come off as antagonistic, but it was done now. Was he okay? Tugger thought he had answered the question in his own way. Or had he hopped over it in the hopes his father wouldn't notice? "Okay? Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

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