In the time Rover has known Lingyang, it's become abundantly clear the lion boy is, for no better word, obsessive. Rover knows the liondancer adores watching people, talking and piecing together their stories from the smallest of details. Lingyang's eyes miss nothing: a fleeting glance, a nervous twitch, a whispered conversation.

...this is a problem.

"Rover, what are you hiding?" the boy asks, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth but eyes sharp and unyielding. Rover's hands unintentionally crush the present box they're holding behind their back, the delicate wrapping paper crumpling under their fingers.

....Damn it.