Though in another mood, Kellen would likely have chosen to make a caustic comment about how Leech could have been attacked by all the rape-bears in the area over the last four months, and Ruckus wouldn't have even known about it, much less been able to prevent it, he doesn't find himself capable of saying so just now. Because he is stoned, and Ruckus sounds so very serious about it, that the kid can't do anything but laugh. Unwillingly, ignominiously, but he's still laughing; he tries at first to contain it but the mirth escapes him with a choked sort of snort and an irrepressible grin, followed quickly by something that might be freakishly akin to giggles, which then becomes full-throated, uncontrollable laughter as Ruckus persists in looking concerned about this threat.

When he finally recovers some composure, a few minutes later, Kellen lifts his head from where it's been buried beneath one arm - he's curled up even farther down the bed now, the opposite arm encircling his stomach which is maybe aching a little from laughing so hard. "Never heard of any bears outraging anyone's virtue, around here...fuck." Another strangled snort, and he presses his face against the silky black comforter to stifle it. "Must be that's only Jersey bears...or mebbe the ones here just disguise themselves as priests, instead..." Try as he might, there's still a shaky thread of laughter running through his words - because, rape bears.