we built this city on broken glass

How that near casual invitation Frost had extended to Malia to invite her companion home for dinner had turned into the sort of affair that required such an outfit from himself and his girlfriend he hardly knew. The equine reaching forward to slide that zipper upon Nadya's dress upwards and over her slender figure at that request. Frost momentarily allowed the violet of his gaze to linger upon those curves and fine lines off her form. How unfortunate to be putting that dress on rather than taking it off. Hmm. Perhaps later tonight he might coax Nadya into just that. Still, for now, his thoughts shifted away from those more intimate desires at Nadya's insistence he looked nice in that black and white attire. His own unusually white hair very near complimenting the outfit. Frost considering that perhaps this was the only true use for hair the colour of snow- to complete black and white outfits. That press of his girlfriends lips to his cheek prompted that soft murmur of agreement as she hurried to check on Malia. Frankly, how anyone had convinced the coyote to dress up for such an event remained a mystery and yet perhaps the novelty of it all had appealed to the wild girl. Perhaps she too had finally fallen to those feminine desires for dresses and shoes. Frost assured he might never understand the women off his pack and their utter adoration for shopping for clothing he was assured they already owned.

The stallion dismissed such thoughts once more, his head shaking slightly as if to loosen the ideas from his mind, his own attention turned to that paperwork on his desk. There was much to be done in organisation of that Mounted Unit and so little time to do it. Yet tonight, it seemed, he would be denied that opportunity. Frost eased himself away from that desk and towards the bedroom door, the stallion stepping out onto the landing before strolling easily down those stairs and through the kitchen into the hallway to wait for the women. He did not enjoy restaurants. Not truly. He could count on one hand the amount of times he had been in one- Alexander's Cafe aside. He found them crowded, noisy and cramped for the most part. Even those more high-end establishments. His own animalistic instincts rebelling against that closeness to others they seemed to demand of him. Yet, it was rare Nadya desired such things and perhaps he might permit it for one night. Besides, he held some curiosity for the man Malia had spoken to him off. How intrigued he might be to see what Tetradore had crafted for himself. The appearance of the women seeing his violet gaze lift upward.

"You both look very nice. That dress suits you Malia."

He commented simply. Those accented words as cooly offered as always. The equines lack of words perhaps as infamous as his lack of emotion in most given situations. Frost simply not a man inclined to idle speech beyond that which needed to be said. That compliment uttered because it was deserving- both women truly were decidedly pleasing to the eye tonight. The drive to the restaurant hardly proved to be far. Frost shifting to stand beside Nadya on that sidewalk as they waited for Henry, his hands tucked into the pockets of those dress pants as he lent easily back against the nearest lamp post. The equine hardly so concerned as his girlfriend over that lack of appearance from the man so far. Indeed, he held every belief the other man would appear, not only to appease Malia but- he quite suspected Henry held some measure of intrigue in him in turn. How curious it might be to know just what Henry had been told off him. Something decidedly disparaging from Raven he was sure. That meek little woman was a veritable waste of space and potential as far as he was concerned, at least for as long as she continued to deny the truth and purpose of her existence. How useful she could be if she only allowed herself to be. Tobias, he was sure, would have spoken nothing of him to Henry or any other. The boy had the intelligence of a breadstick although even Frost was inclined to admit he was powerful when he chose to be and as for Tetradore. Hmm. Tetradore was a curious man altogether. One Frost had gleaned a measure of respect for both that night he had murdered the panther and indeed that night they had sat together beneath the stars and struck that very deal between them. Though whether Tet had told his pack of that agreement yet he hardly knew. He had always believed the Panther too soft upon those whom he governed. Tet himself prone to....brooding. Yet that understanding between the pair of Alpha's existed all the same. Tetradore was like him in far more ways than one and in that, perhaps, they had found that kinship of sorts. Just where and how Henry fit into that merry band of misfits remained to be seen.

Nadya's request to inform that restaurant they were here was met with a simple nod. Frost leaning away from the lamp post to stroll easily into that establishment and take care of those arrangements before returning to the street. Nadya affording him that near worried look and yet he so hardly required that affinity to pry into her thoughts, his gaze lifting to glance toward Malia. The coyote not yet appearing too stressed. Perhaps it was not unusual for Henry to be late. Hmm, he was already a man whom slept with one woman while claiming to love another man. Lateness was hardly the greatest off his flaws. Frost allowing that faint ghost of a simper to touch his lips before brushing it aside. That white hair falling back across his eyes to sit as it usually did. His fingers brushing against his girlfriends own.

"It will be fine, Naja."

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