Thinking about hybrid miscommunication....
"I think...I think ghost hates me."
Kyle pauses from his workout, raises an eyebrow at you "uh-Huh. And what makes you think that?"
You furrow your brow, thinking back to the most recent incident. It makes your stomach churn. All those dead bodies, strung up like a mockery. "He keeps trying to scare me, fuckin' playing mind games. He doesn't do it to anyone else."
"Hm." Kyle flicks his ear. He knows damn well ghost doesn't hate you, his room is right next to the lieutenant and the walls are thin, after all. "How does he try to scare you? Maybe he's just creepy in general."
"No, it's definitely intentional." You shift, flicking your tail anxiously. Kyle knocks his ankle with yours, a show of support from your fellow wolf. "He does this freaky shit whenever we're on solo ops. Takes all the bodies and lines them up right where my range is for sniping. Once, he even threw them on top of the spiked fencing around the perimeter."
Before you can continue, Kyle cuts you off with a laugh, tail swishing in amusement. "What? Hey!" You chuff at him, frowning "I'm trying to seek advice here! I'm being hazed, and you're fuckin laughin–"
"No! No, cmon wait a second." Kyle continues to laugh, before finally getting out "What type of hybrid is ghost?"
"Uhm. He's a bird hybrid."
At Kyle's raised brow, you growl "What!? How am I supposed to know? I don't investigate people's hybrid identity like some people–"
"Well maybe if you had, you'd know that ghost is a shrike hybrid."
"A shrike?"
"Yes, a shrike. He's been flirting with you, dragging all those bodies out on display. Though...I guess that is kind of old-school." Kyle shrugs, muttering to himself about shrike courting while you're still reeling.
"He... he's been flirting with me? This whole time?"
"Yep." Kyle flicks an ear at you, picking his weights back up. "When you do talk to him, take him to your room, yeah? I need some proper sleep tonight."
