"Fair enough," She made a face. "But if you ever change your mind, you can always ask."
"Thanks." He quickly looked down to his books before looking back up, only to look down again.
The larger male walked right p the the smaller female. “You shouldn’t be here.” He said. Really, she was lucky it was he who spotted her and not Drevyn, the alpha. He scented the air. Other than he and here, there were no others. Was this girl an omega? “You know if he finds you, he’s going to kill you, right?”
Krissi could read the emotions, but she made no comment about them. They weren’t her business. This woman was a basic stranger to her. So instead, she nodded slowly. Then, she offered her hand. “I’m Krissi.”
"Krissi? It’s nice to meet you." There was a reason that name sounded familiar to her. Her hand cupped over her mouth before she spoke again. "You wouldn’t by any chance be the Krissi that’ll be playing tonight, are you?" Her cheeks went as red as the streaks in her hair.
"Thankfully, this is my last shift today. Tomorrow though I have character meals to attend all day."
"They can be rough, as opposed to the standard meet and greets. "A hand was dragged through his hair which was still sticky with drying sweat. He pulled the clip out and undid his hair, only to redo it and clip right up, so it was uncomfortably tight. Just how the business wanted it. "Well, I’ve gotta go back to costuming to pick up my last set of basics for my last shift and I’m gonna go past one of those random coffee spots before hand. Wanna come with?"
Ryder looked up from his coffee to Quinn and shook his head. “Oh no, I’m not doing that. With their superiority complex’s they’ll just believe each and every child made from them is god and I’m not walking into that conversation.” Shaking his head the male then snapped his attention back to Quinn. “I didn’t even mean it likee that though! It’s just how it happened!” This did happen to Ryder a lot, he said things before his brain had time to compute them. “Oh right right, the library thing…-” Then Quinn pressed the issue of what he had said again and Ryder thought better than to say once again he didn’t mean it. “Except mom can’t draw. Or maybe she can…. honestly has anyone ever seen her draw? Does she do that?” Now he was curious and looking around once more and wondered just if his mother did draw. “Who knows. what she does. Chances are she’s running the world behind Barack Obama and we have no clue.”
"Of course she works with Obama. As if you didn’t know? She hasn’t had the alien talk with you yet?" He shook his head, laughing. "Apparently they look super human and it’s really unsettling because even though they look the way they do, you can totally tell they’re not human. We always talk about stuff we shouldn’t. Don’t you remember that time when you were little when me and your mother left you with Goofy at the park and we disappeared for a bit? I showed her Walt’s frozen body underground." He was totally shit stirring, so again, he laughed. "No, but she was pregnant with Tye and she needed to puke and the last thing I wanted was her to have other CMs in her face. You know, we’re kinda forced to be insanely happy all the time. Your mother ain’t built for that, especially with strangers all in her face." He stopped talking when the machine revved up and made a sound that he didn’t even know coffee machines could make. "And judging by that, I think I’m gonna have to make the phone call. Who do I call: Ghostbusters, Blaez to talk to Sebastian or some of the mechs at Disney?"
"You see the funny shapes on the board? If you look to the pile of blocks on the floor, you’ll see that they match these shapes. You gotta match them up and put them in the little holes. You wanna show me how you do that?"
With much enthusiasm, the small toddler nodded. “Yes, daddy.” Was all she said before trying to find the block that matched the first hole. What she was meant to be looking for a star.
"Of course." She nodded, smiling. She knew her fair share about hawks, too; when she was younger, and she’d had her own little hawk visitor, she’d decided to do her own research about them. Some of the information had fallen to oblivion over the years since he’d disappeared, but the majority of it stuck with her still.
Her eyes went back down to her shirt, a feeling of warmth in her stomach. The hawk she was thinking about, but dare not mention, made her so happy. Even though she didn’t say anything, the smile on her face showed many emotions. “They’re very special creatures, but then again, animals are. The great circle of life, right?” Her hands finally released the fabric and fell into her pockets.
Shoving her change in her pocket, Elena gave the clerk a brief, fleeting smile of thanks, moving towards the door before the woman could make any attempts at conversation. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with prying questions about Jeremy’s romantic status or to deflect the humans quite obvious hints about her willingness to offer him… companionship. She was almost to the truck when it hit her—a subtle, unfamiliar scent, barely noticeable on the breeze.
It was wolf… and it wasn’t Pack.
Tensing, her blue eyes flicked around, assessing her surroundings; after everything that had happened recently, dealing with a mutt that had wandered into her territory was not something she was looking forward to. “Great. Now what?”
In the boy’s defence, he had sent Jeremy a letter explain the situation, given that he and his father were acquaintances of sorts. Jeremy may have been expecting him, but that doesn’t mean that they did. When the woman’s words were spoken, his senses zoomed right in on her. She had to have been Elena. The one of a kind, legendary (as far as lore was concerned) female werewolf. His boyish features changed and he smiled lightly. It wasn’t noticeable, but it happened. To avoid the situation gaining attention of the human population of the small diner, Tye finally edged towards Elena’s booth and sat down opposite her.
He tried to be confident, but just how nervous he was even was noticeable in his scent. “Hi.” He started. “My name’s Tye and Jeremy’s expecting me.” Again, for his and her sake, he didn’t say anything that could be heard as strange by the human folk. “I wrote him a letter with everything, explaining my situation. Do you know if he got it?”
”punch him in the dick,” that’s raven’s solution for everything. how do you think she managed to survive in a mostly all male carrier? she showed no mercy. that’s why she became quickly respected here on earth. she took no one’s shit. maybe this girl should take that and use it. “oh, so—…he’ll hate me too? i’d like to see ‘em,” raven was quite important. without her, they all wouldn’t have gotten very far. needless to say, she didn’t let it go to head. no, her priority was to help and keep everyone alive. “you guys a thing or something?” she’ll put down her tools before wandering over to the other. “i’m sure he’s fine but we all know you’ll send clarke into a frenzy if you say jasper’s gone,” considering he wasn’t necessarily the most stable kid these days.
"I’d love to kick him where the sun don’t shine, to be honest. But there are several things stopping me from doing so." But she’d have to sit him down and talk to him about it one day. You guys a thing or something? Oh, how she wished. How she really wished. “No.” She wasn’t going to spread lies around the camp. Teen drama was the last thing the group needed. “We’re just friends. In fact, he’s pretty much my only friend.” There was also Clarke, but she didn’t quite think them besties just yet. “I’m sure you’re right and I’m just worrying, but I’m still gonna search around. Just for my own sanity.” And on top of that, she really just needed something to do. There was only so many weapons one could make with what limited debris that was scattered around the camp.