Friday Night/Saturday Morning - Davian and Ambriel OPEN
"No, fuck that. I'm keeping it." Davian balled up the skin and tucked it under his arm, his tail giving a sassy sashay as he eyed Ambriel up and down.
It would figure that there'd be a trail conveniently placed exactly where he'd decided to trip over the skin and admit he was lost. Still, Davian didn't turn down the easy way out, even if he really just wanted to have Ambriel carry him back. The fear of being dropped kept his tongue quiet on the matter, though, and instead the demon headed towards the trail. He didn't really want the skin and would probably toss it before even leaving the island, but if Ambriel wanted it, then he'd keep it.