Fox Hunt: Van & Gilderoi
"Cocks do what to you?" Van's eyebrows shot up. He gave a snicker, not about to be intimidated by this guy and his big-- well, words.
He gave no ground when Gil advanced. He tilted his chin defiantly, but also because Gil was taller than him. There had been plenty of older and taller boys in the foster homes that Van attended who tried to use their greater size to scare him. It never worked and Van had taken his licks without crying. He didn't back down the next time, either.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I'm not doing the fox hunt." He saw Gil looking down where he'd been sitting and resisted the urge to quickly retrieve the game. Its light was still casting a glow on the area and the music continued in faint tones from the headphones. Van's jaw flexed, but he didn't turn.