Re: [No. 22: Hunter R & Cris M]
As far as Hunter was concerned, Cris could put his arms anywhere he wanted. He tried not to make that too obvious, anticipating that the feelings would not be returned and also anxious to be sure he preserved whatever relationship he had. He suspected that Cris didn't care who or what anybody wanted to have sex with as long as nobody got hurt, and even though Hunter felt pretty good about his assessment of the man's character, there was a lifetime of caution behind him. It was better to play it safe and keep his inclinations to himself.
Besides, he didn't want to give up the hugs. Not a lot of people hugged him. Dogs were a lot of great things, but they couldn't hug.
"Not like I'd bother to teach any dog to smell a plastic egg, anyway," Hunter said, eager to secure approval in the conversation. As far as he knew there weren't any cash prizes, the only prizes he cared about, but he still wanted to win just to prove that he could. Hunter licked crumbs off the fingers of his other hand as Cris plucked their first find out of the other. He was just turning his head back with a laugh on his face from the prospect of the stowaway egg, when he stopped short, sudden enough that Cris' much faster reaction took him nearly off his feet. Hunter was unresisting as he stared at the fence, which he had never seen before.
"Who put that there?" He wasn't scared, not just yet, because this was familiar territory and nothing in Repose was supposed to scare Hunter. He stood still with Cris at his shoulder, and watched the man touch it. Hunter's eyes dropped down as the two halves of the battered egg split open and rolled back toward his feet. He looked to his left and saw another--no, the same--fence and his expression of bewilderment spread to his flexing fingers and tilting body. "What the fuck is this?"