Later on, Buckthorne was already back at the orphanage for about an hour or so, when Bullseye came back. The rather ecstatic expression that had been on the warthog's face before, was now replaced with one of vague and blank look. But considering how curious his wolf friend was to find out about what had happened, Buckthorne didn't notice it. He immediately looked up. "-Welcome back, Bullseye." His comrade gave a nod. "-Thanks." The warthog sat on his bed, and fell back, exhaling a deep breath. Buckthorne gave him a minute, before prying, "-So... how'd it go with your brothers?" Bullseye opened his eyes, glancing over. "Oh... that, right... it went okay., I think." I mean... we exchanged numbers after, so I'm assuming I wasn't 'too' atrocious." "Really?" Wow, that's a first," Buckthorne snorted, giving a jeery smirk. Bullseye was closed-eyed again, but gave the fakest smile and said airily, "-Ahah... ahah... goddamn, I think I just cracked a rib there." That was something you could always count on him for; overly sarcastic comments. He didn't say anything else, so his friend pressed again. "What'd ya'll talk about?" There was a pause. Bullseye shrugged, "Eh... stuff." The wolf snorted. Now it was his turn to be sarcastic. "-Wow... 'stuff', eh?" Yeah... now THAT sure puts a crystal clear image in my brain..." Bullseye sighed, and sat up straight. "-Well come on... what else you want me to say?" Fine... how about 'the weather'??" Does that suit you for a narrower topic?" Buckthorne narrowed his eyes. "Riiight... you talking about the weather... sure." Last time someone asked you about the weather, you starting going on about... the 'archangels' pissing on you, or something." The warthog immediately burst out laughing. "-Oh my god, I remember that!" And there was that preacher or priest dude... man, you should've seen his face!" He went all red-purple colour, was practically mangling at his cross chain, and looking at me like I was the spawn of Satan or something..." Which now that I think of it, seems like an appropriate assumption... you know... since my father IS devil and all." Hmmm... too bad I can't control hellfire or some wicked dark arts stuff." That'd be sweet." Typical Bullseye. The wolf rolled his eyes, expectantly. "-I'm assuming your brothers aren't religious, if you went and talked about the 'weather'?" "-Them... religious?" Bullseye coughed. "HEEELL no." "-What makes you so sure?" the wolf inquired, suspiciously. "Considering some of the stories they told me, TRUST me, they sure aren't no goddamn saints, Buckthorne." His friend cocked an eyebrow. "-An example would be?" "-Example?" Bullseye echoed. "Hmmm... lemme think here... how about... Chislett's little 'love affair' with his twenty-one year old French teacher, in their school janitor closet?" Buckthorne went wide eyed. "-Say WHAT?" The warthog grinned at the look on his comrade's face. He'd seen it before; mostly caused by him and his 'nightly activity' stories. "-You heard me... I said my brother fucked his teacher." And it was what... couple months ago?" Which means he was also fifteen when he lost his virginity!" Gods... I gotta tell ya, I'm so proud of the little bugger." He pulled a dramatic face, as if getting emotional. Buckthorne slowly shook his muzzle, as he stood up. "Well... no brainer to know you two are related..." "Damn straight!" Bullseye exclaimed. "Do I dare ask what... uhhh... Goresky was it?" Yeah... who's he fucked lately?" The amused look on Bullseye's face disappeared, at this question. He was silent a minute, debating on whether and how he should answer it. Finally he replied, "-Goresky?" Well... uhhh... believe it or not, he's actually never had sex... with any girl." "-You serious?" Holy, now THAT's a first... a Warthogg that hasn't screwed at least once," the wolf mused, his back turned, as he was sorting things on his drawer shelf. Bullseye spoke, "Yeah... that's cuz he said he's gay and all." "Now THAT's better-" Buckthorne started, but then he realized what Bullseye had just said. "Wait, what?" He turned around to face him. The warthog sat there, hands folded together, fidgeting fingers, and a stone-faced 'smile' sealed across his lips, as if trying to 'keep his cool'. He continued, "Yeah... that's right." My brother's gay." As in homosexual. As in he's attracted to the same gender. As in he wouldn't've had sex with women, becuz he's too busy screwing MEN!" Bullseye shouted out the last word, a two second anger spasm. Then he put the plastered expression back on his face; yet it was losing it's grip, as Buckthorne could tell from the beginnings of a twitch underneath an eye, and finished curtly, "Isn't that something?" The wolf slowly blinked. At this point, Bullseye's tone was needless to say, quite unsettling. He warily questioned his friend, "-Bullseye... are you 'okay'?" The warthog stared at him oddly for a minute. Then he let out a rather forced sounding laugh. "-What... kinda question is THAT?!?" 'Am I 'okay' he asks... peh!" Buckthorne didn't laugh. "Well then?" Seeing his friend didn't buy it (big surprise), Bullseye scoffed and responded, "-Are you kidding me; I wanna jump out that window right there, even though I know it's the first floor and won't do the job right." Yet another thing about the warthog; never beating around the bush, just came straight up and out. Buckthorne pursed his mouth. "...Bummer," he spoke, sincerely. "Yeah," his friend muttered. "So excuse me while I go up the second floor, and see if IT's any better." The wolf gave a shrug. "Okay... just try not to leave a huge mess of internal splatter when you hit the parking lot." People USE it, you know." The warthog gave a slow eye blink. In a 'genuine' sounding tone, he responded, "-That's so sweet of you... really." Why don't you just give me a leadweight to drop faster, while you're at it?" Buckthorne simply gestured to another side of the room. "There's an armweight lifter thingy over there in the closet," he said, helpfully. Bullseye stared. "-You're a lousy friend, did you know that?" His comrade gave a smug look. "-Just returning the favour." There was a Buckthorne moment; knocking you off your feet when you didn't expect it. The warthog gave an amused snort, "-Harsh man... that one was WAY below the belt, if I say so myself." But okay, I'll give you that one, 'cuz speaking of below the belt, I just spent the last few hours, drinking enough H20 to 'feed' ten small children, and I need a pit stop before I give myself a kidney stone... so excuse me a sec." Buckthorne flopped back down on his bed, as Bullseye got up and walked over to the washroom. "-Righto... thanks for sharing, as always." The warthog smiled, grimly, "-Likewise." And anytime." He went in, but didn't shut the door all the way, still left a few inches open. But he was out of sight at least. Buckthorne noticed the crack, and thought he might as well keep talking, since he could still hear. He started, "-I know they say curiousity can kill... but I'm seriously interested to know-" "-Know what?" Bullseye shouted back. "-Since your bro is 'gay' and all... does this mean he has a boyfriend?" He heard his friend give a skeptical grunt at the question. "-How'd I know that was coming?" Eh... fine if you MUST know, yeah he's got a boyfriend." Which he BETTER, otherwise I'd say he's wasting his time with this homo shit." The wolf nodded to himself. "I see... so did they tell you about the boyfriend?" "-Yes actually... in fact, Chislett even insisted on showing me a PICTURE," the warthog griped. "And all I have to say is, you don't get much more 'gay' than how gay HE looked!" Buckthorne cocked his head to the side. "-'That' gay, huh?" "-OH yeah... if there was a 'Queen of the Queers' award, he'd win undoubtedly," Bullseye exclaimed, dramatically. There was a flush, and the sound of sink water running, as he continued, "But that's not all... here's the REAL twist of the situation... not only is this guy Goresky's boyfriend, but he's ALSO Chislett's best friend." His friend's eyes widened a little, obviously surprised as Bullseye had been. "...Really?" The water was shut off, and the warthog walked out, replying, "-I swear to God, that's what they told me!" And who knows, 'maybe' I'm out of line in saying this, but... I find that VERY creepy." He sat down on his mattress again. "Now be honest with me here, Buckthorne... does that weird to you, also?" The wolf thought this over, before answering. He then said, "-I'm not gonna lie to ya, Bullseye, that DOES sound a little weird." "That's what I thought," nodded Bullseye. "But then again, what do I know... I haven't exactly had close encounter and study of this whole 'queer' deal and situation now... maybe I'm missing something here!"...What do you think?" The wolf shook lifted his shoulders in response. "-I don't really know, I'm still kinda stumped here, myself." "-You and me both, man," his friend groaned. Getting back onto the moreso original subject, Buckthorne asked, "-So what'd the boyfriend look like?" And does he have a name by the way, so I can stop saying 'boyfriend'..." Bullseye sniffled, retortingly. "-Yeah, it's Jacque." And as for what he looks like... hmmm... lessee... uhhh.. first off, even his species look is out of whack... apparently his parents are two different species." Well... not THAT much, maybe, at least they're both felines and somewhat similar in looks." But anywho, his mum is a ly- no wait, it was his FATHER who's the lynx, and his mum is the caracal one... yeah, that's it." So he's pretty much a blend of them both... and like I said... the clothes... my God, the guy SCREAMS gay!" He wears this... blue shirt with this whole... flower or leaf pattern crud going on... and these black pants... which I'm surprised ain't LEATHER considering-" He stopped in mid-sentence, when he suddenly saw the absolute look of utter shock on Buckthorne's face. "Uhhh... Buckthorne?" The wolf spoke slowly, "-Oh... my...GOD." "-Eh?" the warthog inquired. Buckthorne explained, "-Remember how you left with your bros, and I walked back by myself?" Well... let's just say this 'Jacque' person you described sounds exactly like someone I... literally ran into near the bus stop on my way back." Now it was Bullseye's turn to be shocked. "-You... are so full of shit." Tell me you're talking out of your ass, Buckthorne... NOW!" The wolf did not. "-Talk about situational irony, eh Bullseye?" Crazy isn't it." His friend looked infuriated. "-You're telling me... you met the little shitface, before I did??" Oh sonuva... that's BULLSHIT!!" he roared. Buckthorne was reminded of a child throwing a tantrum, because his parents wouldn't buy him a toy or candy at a store. "-Okay..." he muttered. The warthog lay on his back, arms crossed, and glared at the ceiling. "-Bullshit," he repeated. The wolf gave a tired sigh. "-Guess I better forget telling you about the other thing then." Bullseye gave a grunt. "-What?" "-Well, after I kinda creamed into him, he must've dropped this," Buckthorne told him, pulling the wallet out of his pocket, and held it up. His comrade glanced over, and gawked at the item, for a minute. Then to Buckthorne's surprise, Bullseye suddenly gave an amused smirk. The word 'bipolar' came to mind, at this sudden change of emotion, Buckthorne realized. Before he could say anything else, his friend spoke, "-Did I say you meeting Jacque first was bullshit?" I must've misunderstood... no, you creaming into him and him 'dropping' his wallet... now THAT's bullshit." NOW he understood the warthog. Buckthorne gave a frown. "-Bullseye, I'm serious." I was NOT trying to steal-" Bullseye cut him off, but holding up his hands, saying, "-Hey, hey, Buckthorne it's okay, I understand, we all have needs, and I know that kleptomania is just your way of avoiding them." It's cool." The wolf marveled how low his temper control was today. And needless to say, Bullseye was riding it like a bicycle, which was making Buckthorne quite exasperated to an edge. Knowing that his friend was used to bursts of anger (from others), he let it out there. "-WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER TALKING?!?" NO ONE EVER PAYS ATTENTION TO A GODDAMN WORD I SAY, ANYWAYS!" Realizing that his comrade WAS serious, the warthog said somewhat apologetically, "-Buckthorne, calm down!" Okay, okay, I believe you!" I was just JOKING for frick's sake, man!" Geez... no need to go mad cow on me!" Buckthorne gave a heavy sigh. "Yeah, well so were the guys, earlier." They wouldn't shut up, either." Bullseye muttered under breath, "Well sooorry." There silence between the pair for a minute. "-So you're serious... that there is this Jacque guy's wallet?" Buckthorne folded his hands together. "-From what I've heard, I'm guessing so." "Hmmm..." Bullseye murmured to himself. He stared with new interest at the object, twisting his lip, and his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. His friend noted the look, and inquired, "-What?" "-Oh?" Eh... nuthin' really..." the warthog said, casually. "Just thinking..." "-Of what?" "Well... considering that's the wallet of my brother's so called boyfriend, and he's gay and all... you think he'd... have any... 'pictures' of-" The wolf then understood. They both looked at the wallet, which he had thrown to the end of his bed, then at each other. The two lunged for it at the same time. Since he was closer, Buckthorne reached it first. As he snatched it, Bullseye grabbed at him by the other arm, and pulled it back. "Ow, goddamnit, man, what the hell?!" "Drop it!" "No!" "Then I'm not letting go!" The pair tugged, slugged, and swore at one another. Finally they tore apart, the wallet still in the original hands. Bullseye tried to get the circulation back in his hand, as Buckthorne rubbed his sore arm. When cooled in mind enough, the wolf scoffed, "-Honestly man... what are you thinking?" You can't just go snooping in someone's wallet!" Bullseye frowned. "-Oh really?" Hmmm... that's funny... watch me!" That time his friend wasn't fast enough, and the warthog grasped the object. "-Bullseye!" Come on, just leave it!" "-Buckthorne, would you chill?" It's not like I'm stealing anything from it!" he griped. "I'll put everything back!" And don't worry, even if it's out of place, I'm sure he won't notice... I mean, he LOST it, of course it's gonna be jumbled out of order!" Buckthorne held his jaw tight. "-Can I just... say one thing about this?" Bullseye knew perfectly well that 'one thing' meant a huge rant or lecture of some sort, but considering his friend was usually so quiet, he thought it'd be good for the guy to get the juice out in the open. "-Fine... what?" The wolf cleared his throat. "Bullseye.. just LISTEN to what I have to say for a minute." Seriously, think about it... you haven't even met the guy... you're making all these quick judgments about him... and now you wanna go rummaging through his wallet??" I mean... honest... is that REALLY the way to handle this?" The warthog was silent. He lowered his gaze, looking at the object in his hand, obviously taking the words into consideration, at least. "-You know what... you're right... I shouldn't do this." His tone seemed so sincere. Just as he appeared to be placing the wallet on the nightstand, he flung his wrist and it flew out of his hand, onto the floor, where it promptly fell loose of cards and photos. Bullseye pulled a face of false shock. "-Oh no!" Oh now look at what I did!" he yelped, dramatically. "I've gone and split it all over the floor... how clumsy of me!" Curses on you butterfingers!" Buckthorne said naught a word, as Bullseye pretty much went on, making a fake-ass of himself. "Man... well at this point, I guess I have no choice but to sort this all out then!" Damnit..." The wolf didn't bat an eye. "-That was officially the worst faked 'finger slippage' I've ever seen," he said. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that HE was sincere, both in tone and word. As usual, his words of 'glue' bounced off the warthog's hide of 'rubber'. "-Why thank you," Bullseye replied. "Now help me with this shit." Buckthorne shook his muzzle, curtly. "No, no, no... I refuse to go along with this!" Okay?" I have no grudge against him, so frankly, I don't feel like invading his privacy, thanks." But HEY, if you wanna, by all means, go nuts." His friend just shrugged. "-Suit yourself." On the other hand, better for me this way, anywho." That way I get to see 'something' of his that YOU haven't seen first!" As he leaned down to the jumbled pile on the floor, Buckthorne gave a frustrated groan. "-Bullseye... WHAT is the big deal about this???" I don't GET it!!" Shuffling up the identity cards and such, Bullseye snorted back, irritably, "Course you don't... YOUR BROTHER'S NOT GAY!" This comment was both insult to injury. Buckthorne was frozen-faced. Bullseye knew perfectly well about his family, and how he got about them being mentioned, but at the moment, was obviously too distraught about his own to mind his respect towards the said. A lump formed in the wolf's throat. In the back of his mind, was an simple image of Landon Wolfe, amoung many; a small three year old wolf pup, with the same dusky grey fur, their father's hair and mother's eyes. At being reminded of such a painful subject, and so 'lightly', as if it didn't matter, Buckthorne fumed with anger. Yet he was still trying to remain somewhat calm, and convince himself NOT to strangle Bullseye on the spot; that it was the warthog's stress talking out of his ass. He finally spoke, icily, "-Right... and he's also not 'alive' either, and thank you SO much for bringing it up." As he figured, his friend was pretty much not hearing or caring much at the moment, for his response was a self-centered, "-Buckthorne, you're not FOCUSING here!" Stop talking about yourself, this is about ME!" The wolf held his mouth firm shut, least he scream if he opened it. *He said this Jacque guy is a shitface... well I beg the differ... the only shitface I see here is YOU, Bullseye...* he thought, furiously.