« greatly. I excluded the #McCallPack in that statement. Don't ask me why because I just do. There have been numerous instances wherein they just bring up that small amount of optimism in me. At the moment, I can't tell if I like or hate it. "My brother »

« has 'house rules'?" I ask Jordan Parrish. with an arch of my brow amusingly. I know I've lived here before, for a brief period of time, but if ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ. /did/ have rules, I don't listen nor did I think I followed them at any point. Exiting the »

« elevator, I head forward to get started with fixing the space up before the others get here, so that some of them have something to pass out on. We all need our sleep (I've only had around two hours of sleep for the past two days!). "I guess I'll leave »

« that to the both of you, I've always preferred not being in charge. But maybe I'll throw in a few things if needed." It's true, #Rips. and Jordan Parrish. were more suitable for the job, this I already accepted. I'll settle with staying in the »

« background. It's what I've been good at, anyway​. Always have been.

I worked in silence, making some extra room for any surprise guests that decide to show up. It was busy work, but I do my part and do it with diligence. When it comes to stuff like these, doing things half-assed would be a mistake. One can never know what could happen in the »

« near future, so for now it was best that people were... somewhat comfortable here and that /most/ of us are accounted for. Then we can start making strategy about how to go about things. I don't argue against #Rips.'s statement in regards to people and privacy. »

« In fact, I'm the first one to agree with that! God knows I would ever allow even myself to be willingly open to do anything without having time for myself. I wasn't territorial, either. That being said, I will /gladly/ deal with anybody who becomes so. With the makeshift »

« tent at the ready, I stop in my tracks at the sound of the elevator, glancing once at #Rips. and Jordan Parrish. before focusing in on listening to who (or what) it could possibly be. It was until the familiar voice of Rascal 6̵̷̶͉̫̠̲͛͆͘6̸̷̶̺̫̟̲͒͠͠6̴̷̶̪͔͕̲͊͝ enters my ears that I let out »

« a breath, heading on over to greet them (though not moving as fast as #Rips. was) but keeping a distance. However, I still smile softly. Don't judge me but... I'm just not the huggy type of person. That part of me is reserved for ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ... and maybe #Peter.

I just shake my head at @KeepingBeacon in response, a gesture saying that there was no offence taken. /At all/. Maybe it was the fact that even I was annoyed at ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ. for up and leaving, or something else entirely. I don't care which it was right now. All I know is »

« that my brother will be getting himself a full-on verbal kicking once he gets back. /When/ he gets back. A roll of my eyes was made once #Rips. mentions the recklessness made by said brother as well as Stiles Stilinski., but I don't speak. Instead, I cross my arms over my »

« chest and emit a soft, very soft, sigh. Truth be told, I could use the sleep. But the fact that there were still other things to do, such as finishing the last sheet and whatnot necessities, I could hold on for a little while longer. I don't move yet, though, eyeing »

« everybody else in the space patiently, waiting for instructions on what to do. My eyes focus in on Scott McCall specifically afterwards. At this point in time, I should start learning to turn to him for leadership and whatever confirmation. He wasn't my Alpha (I don't even »

« know /who/ is anymore) but he's an alpha nonetheless, I respect that. If anything, he definitely deserves to be.

This was by far the most silent I've been in a while, and while there were some thoughts that came into mind, I don't bring them to light. "You can count on me for that," I say to Rascal 6̵̷̶͉̫̠̲͛͆͘6̸̷̶̺̫̟̲͒͠͠6̴̷̶̪͔͕̲͊͝, "I have some words.... if not me, then I'm sure #Rips. has some too »

« when she gets here before Stiles Stilinski. and ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ. do." I don't say anything further than that, turning my gaze towards Jordan Parrish. once his action grabs my attention, I nod once and follow, pausing a while to do as told and grabbing the box of nails as »

« requested. Don't get me wrong, I was still on edge. And while I was more than glad that most of us are here at — or on the way to — the loft, that still doesn't shake the itching feeling inside me that this sense of peace won't be lasting very long. "We just can't be at »

« at the same place at the same time, can we?" I ask Jordan Parrish. amusingly, a small smirk tugging at my lips. "Do you think I can ask you to hold me back before I greet my brother with a balled fist once he comes back?" Highly unlikely, but then again, I know my »

« character, and I knew I tend to be impulsive... most times.