it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for

Despite Tetradore's assurance that he was certainly a poor French speaker, Malia seemed unwilling to let the matter simply rest. Quite on the contrary, she seemed willing enough to pull the 'friendship' card in an effort to demand to hear those foreign words from his lips. He groaned in response, "Are you really going to pull that?" He inquired good-naturedly. "Okay, okay, hmm..." The were-King mused on that sentence to offer her, most of those words he knew incapable of being strung together in any cohesive, sensible sentence. It was, instead, one phrase that the man decided on, even if it was more a figure of speech. "Les chiens ne font pas de chats." He spoke a few moments later, altogether certain Matteo would have had an utter fit if he'd heard Tetradore's attempts to mimic that French pronunciation. "I told you I was awful at it." The man continued as a small simper skirted across his features. Her comment of his origins, however, caused the man to shake his head ever so slightly as he admitted that he was, in fact, of Spanish descent. Her eyes seemed to widen, though why he hadn't the slightest idea. It was the mention of Spanish being a dirty language that prompted the Alpha's laughter.

"I'm not sure about that." He admitted and yet, with far more to offer, Tetradore from himself pausing as he considered those words for her. "Eres como una estrella, Malia, tan bella para admirarla y tan lejana para tocarla." He uttered after a moment's consideration. It was not exactly 'dirty', his heritage perhaps equally as capable of being as lovely as French when it desired to. Either way, she seemed, happy with this game and he was willing to allow her guessing with the hopes that such a phrase of flattery would be beyond her capabilities to merely guess. He was, admittedly, rather surprised that Malia was ignorant of his origins, particularly considering the woman lived with his own sibling. She had a far greater tendency to slip into that Spanish language than he did. Their topic changed, however, towards Raven and her spotted mate. Though she was hardly the first to view the pair as the same species, the fact of the matter was that they were anything but. His eyebrow rose at that smirk upon Malia's features as the girl announced that he was far better a brooding. Tetradore could hardly help the way he rolled his eyes and yet, she wasn't the first to comment on the man's solitary tendency. If only she knew. Then she'd understand...

His attention focused upon the young woman as she clamored on about the pair and how happy they were together. It was, admittedly a sentiment he agreed to. "They are a...unique pair." Tetradore agreed, "I don't think there's anyone better for them then each other." After all, Tobias himself was nothing short of peculiar, the man far more akin to a boy in most regards. The conversation, however, soon drifted from the couple towards what Malia had been occupying herself with of late. It was, perhaps, a tinge of jealous that saw the were-King linger upon those men that had taken position within her life, even though Tetradore himself had hardly made a move on the woman. It was better this way, he knew that. He only brought demise to those he loved. For their safety, it was better to keep them at a distance. With this in mind, however, Tetradore hadn't realized exactly the extent Malia was willing to go to pull back that near labyrinth that protected the man. Her efforts, at least, in the meantime seemed relatively successful as Tetradore began to speak of those far....happier matters of late that he had been involved in.

Mira too had a reason to keep herself distant from the world at large. Though he was hardly afraid she'd leave that pack he'd only just invited her to join, it would be good for her to find company in those besides himself. His head bobbed ever so slightly at that inquiry of facilitating that meeting. "I'll see what I can do...maybe without the sniffing," Tetradore responded, instead continuing on to inform her of the car show he intended to visit in the near future. It was sweet, however, the young woman's interest in taking part of this theft too. Really....it was kind of...nice to not have the usual chiding his less than legal affairs were met with. A soft chuckle left his lips. "I fear my plus one is already spoken for. If something catches my eye, though, I do intend to bring it home. Perhaps you can help me break it is." After all, the last time they had visited those street races, Malia had gotten into it far more than he expected. Perhaps, next time, she could be in the passenger seat beside him in one. His attention shifted from such thoughts, however, as Malia inquired after the people who lived in those fancy houses. He doubted, frankly, that they indulged in the same antics as Tetradore and Malia. A glimpse of surprise crossed his features at Malia's declaration that shopping sucked. Usually, women enjoyed such a thing, in his experience. It was the mention of his boat, however, and the money he accumulated that caused his gaze to shift toward her. A small shrug crossed his shoulders. "Nah, shopping and partying aren't really my scene." He admitted. "I got the boat so Nadya and Tobias would have a place to live....we were kind of homeless for a bit and crashing with a friend of mine, but after Nadya moved out I was too lazy to get anything else," Tetradore informed her, only to pause at the wrought iron fence that stood before the driveway of the very home the pair had met at what now seemed like an eternity ago. "This is it. Last time I saw the painting it was in the hallway on the right side of the house....second story. It shares the wall with the master bedroom so we will have to be careful."

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me