calamity

The life I live is one big calamity

There was a certain distinct sound to those extravagant sportscars the Were-King drove, their engine near akin to roaring when he so pushed his speed beyond what the city limits allowed - those signs little more than a suggestion to the Alpha. His afternoon had been largely spent upon those Western Docks, seeing to the pressing needs of his employees and their concern for their jobs now that imports and exports into the city had ground to a concerning halt. He had spent more time than he liked explaining the concept of harbor closures to customers that were, themselves, put in a hard spot when the goods that relied upon came in strikingly low supply...or...alternatively when there were few places that they could be shipped. It was rare when the Alpha had to directly involve himself so greatly within his side business and yet, with the pandemic that had hit the world at large, things that were once rare were now becoming commonplace. Still, it was that lingering hint of stress that so caused Tetradore to deviate from his course - the man certain he deserved the warmth of a deliciously made cup of coffee, his grandfather sure to obliged him.

It was with striking ease that the bright blue Lamborghini slid into a parallel parking spot in front of the Sanctums large glass windows, the low growling of the powerful vehicle shut off but a few moments later. It was the vibration of his phone in his pocket that drew his attention as the Were-King pulled himself from the depths of the sportscar, the device fished from his pocket as his other hand pressed on the keyfob that locked the car behind him with an eager chirp. A small frown crossed his features as his fingers deftly moved across the screen to eye the text message he received, the Alpha hardly bothering to glance up as he crossed the threshold. "Tetradore!" It was the sound of his name that drew the intense emerald of his irises upwards and towards the man standing behind the counter. A rare grin settled on his features, Tetradore hardly glancing at the rest of the cafe as he made his way towards the Dark Hunter. "Alex." He commented, the pair embracing but briefly before the Hunter stepped back behind the counter. "Want your usual?" The Alpha's head bobbed as he slipped his phone in his pocket, "Yeah, everyone else will probably want something too." He commented, referring to the family he was surely to return to. That roll of Alexander's blue-green irises was hardly missed, even if he knew his grandfather would give in.

Tetradore leaned against the counter, hardly concerned with paying as he waited for his coffee. Finally, his gaze turned towards the patrons of the cafe in a brief glance, only for a quizzical glimpse to flutter across his face at the realization that he recognized one of his grandfather's patrons. In fact, he was rather certain Arya was staring at him with wide terrified eyes. His brows furrowed as he glanced behind him towards the Dark Hunter, "Maybe wait on the other drinks." He commented, his hand reaching out for the coffee he was handed. It was only with his drink in hand that Tetradore finally approached the young woman, her anxiety near-visible upon her fair features. "Hey, Arya." The Were-King offered in greeting as he pulled out the chair across from her, the Alpha near collapsing heavily into it. "Is everything okay? You look....pale." It hardly described the way the blood seemed to drain from her features at the mere sight of him, that nervous tracing of her fingers on the rim of her cup hardly going unnoticed by the Were-King and yet Tetradore could scarcely remember what he'd done to her to prompt such a reaction from the girl. He made little effort to assume, however, the man was content to simply wait for a response from the were-seal that he hadn't seen since she'd appeared on his doorstep with a spear sticking out of her side. At the very least, she looked better then last time.

I don't owe you a god damned thing