calamity

The life I live is one big calamity

Effortlessly, the Were-King followed the sound of the young woman moving about in the depths of the kitchen. Her offer for food was one he turned down with a nonchalant brush of his hand, only to find a bottle of water thrust at him instead. He was hardly prepared, admittedly, for the sensation of her arms wrapping around him a light hug. It was one that Tetradore permitted, despite his general dislike of such touches of affection. Raven alone the only woman who seemed to consistently test that boundary he so afforded others. The gesture wasn't exactly returned, the Were-King simply waiting for it to end before he was finally released with a soft breath of relief. Tetradore placed the paper bag he'd previously been holding up on the counter as the Alpha slid into one of the stools positioned at the bar top. His explanation of the bag's contents seemed to prompt a glimpse of inquisitiveness within the girl, one that Tetradore was hardly oblivious too. He said little of it, however, instead, informing Raven of the diving team and their accomplishments...or lack thereof, as far as Raven's library was concerned.

Raven's apology, albeit unnecessary, was one Tetradore quite literally waved off. "Don't worry about it." He offered her flippantly. Those things, despite their loss and value to the pack, could be largely replaced, he was certain. And, after all, as Raven had mentioned, they had made it out in one piece, that truly of far more consequence than any book sunken at the bottom of the ocean. He watched, nevertheless, as Raven maneuvered carefully around him to inspect the contents of the bag, her gaze momentarily deviating from her gift towards his features. His brow rose and yet, the Were-King remained mute as that warm grin spread across her features. He knew, of course, how important those novels were to the girl, even if Tetradore was ignorant of her preferences of what she so liked to fill her brain with. She seemed...excited, at least, as she pulled each book out of the depths of the sack, several clearly interesting her. At the very least, it seemed his effort had been well received. What a rarity that was.

The far corners of his lips tilted upwards in a hint of a simper as Tetradore's head bobbed ever so slightly. "I'm glad you like them." He responded and genuinely, he was. His fingers absentmindedly toyed with the lid of the water bottle in front of him as Raven moved around him, settling at the barstool beside him. He glanced briefly at the turkey sandwich she grabbed, only for his gaze to drift away from her and towards the interior of the home. It looked...certainly more lived in then he had last seen it and yet...he was glad for the change. They seemed to be adjusting well, at least at first glance. It was that very train of thought that prompted the inquiry upon his lips, the emerald of his gaze returning towards her as she took another bite of her sandwich. Tetradore was entirely attentive to that thoughtful glimpse upon her features, that query, apparently, required far more thought then he had anticipated. His gaze lingered upon her as she considered the answer, chewing the bite of her sandwich in the process. That heavy sigh upon her lips as she swallowed only prompted his brows to rise yet again, even as he remained silent.

Her explanation, however, hardly seemed to explain that sigh in the slightest. Everything, at least, sounded relatively well here. A soft sound of contemplation reverberated in the back of the Were-King's throat as his gaze turned back towards the large windows. "Yeah, I thought about bringing the pack up here for the full moon or something...maybe after everyone gets settled a bit." After all, their worlds had changed just as much as his had. He wanted them to find some resemblance of normality in their new lives before hauling them all away, even if it was just for a weekend. He hadn't expected for that query to be turned back upon him, however. "Mira's...fine. I guess? Everyone seems...fine...for the most part." His shoulders lived in a vague shrug, that inquiry of a new home far more intriguing to him then the mental well being of his pack. "Oh, yeah, I have something started for us. It'll take a while though."

I don't owe you a god damned thing