Owen wasn't explaining himself properly, and the trouble was, it all started to sound as if he were trying to break Kirley and Myron up so that he could have Myron for himself. Well, now that he thought about it, he wouldn't be completely against the idea, but it would be along time before anything...
A figure stopped Owen from his reverie. It was a slinky thing, tall witha command of a room that not even Myron possessed. This height, however, had been lost for a long time after Stubby had arrived in this modern era where he was no longer a god. Now, though...what the fuck had happened to bring it all back? Stubby emerged, a half smirk on his lips, one spindly arm going around Kirley's shoulders. Even his smell was alluring. Hello, Kirley Duke, Stubby Boardman was back. He chewed idly on a stick of cinnamon gum. "Hi," he said, thrusting out his free hand toward Owen. "I'm Stubby."
"I know," Owen said, shaking that hand.
Stubby released the handshake first, then patted his oldest and dearest friend on the chest. "The pair of you are so full of shit I could smell it from the Great Hall and I was really trying to enjoy a nice late night snack."