Valearoth just kept coming back. Over and over again, trying to use and manipulate Dustin. And Dustin is reaching his limits with it. As much of a playboy as he can be, even he gets hurt sometimes.

He stands at the back of the Amorous nightclub, a cigarette in his mouth as his tail flicks in thought. Valearoth had just sent Dustin a photo of him being railed by three other guys, and it had totally thrown Dustin off.

His emerald eyes darken at the memories of his relationship with Valearoth and the messages he'd been sent, the reckless abuse the parrot had both sent and said to him only to come crawling back and begging for forgiveness. Dustin groans softly to himself as he runs a paw down his muzzle, his tail stilling and ears lowering slightly.

Dustin hears someone approaching, but doesn't bother lifting his head, assuming whoever it is will just walk past him. Shaking out his mane, Dustin takes another deep drag of his cigarette, slumping slightly against the wall.