Stuff happened.
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flint_garouObviously. Couldn't be more obvious about it if I tried.
4 February, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (82% full).
Flint lays across one of the couches, one knee to his chest, the other leg stretched out in front of him, with a jacket across him as a blanket, despite the presence of a few blankets across his chest. He's … singing? Maybe. His voice is quiet, and whatever the boy is humming seems to be a much more modern melody. The other difference, for today, is that the cub seems to be in a decidedly bad mood. Or at least, that's what an initial glance would have.
Rori strides in from outside, striding into the kitchen and starting to rustle around. She comes in the back door, so she doesn't see the boy, but that doesn't mean she can't tell someone's there. She peeks into the living room after a moment, staring. "What happened?"
The ahroun is greeted with silence from the cub, as the singing cuts off, and Flint just stares a bit. "Stuff, Rori-rhya," he responds, with that 'why does it matter' tone in his voice.
Rori gives him a dark look, grumpy. "Yeah, obviously. Hungry?" She disappears back into the kitchen, muttering under her breath.
There's the sound of the boy pushing himself up, and when he appears into the kitchen, Flint has the oversized jacket pulled around him, rather tightly. "Not really," he says, leaning against the doorway, gaze on his feet. "Just…" the words trail off and are followed by a shrug. "Yesterday sucked."
Rori pauses in her inspection of the fridge and looks up. "We all have those days. It's how we handle it that matters. If you want talk, I'm here."
Even amidst the cub's moodiness and rather grumpy looks, Rori's offer earns a very, very small smile, and a nod. "Maybe," he decides, considering the offer.
Rori pulls out a package of cold hot dogs and leans against the counter as she nibbles on them. "Grumpy cubs. I'd say something trite, like 'you have it so much easier than I did' but then I'd have to actually talk about my cubhood and that makes me grumpy."
"There's a lot I don't have easy," Flint responds, not snapping but just, upset at thinking about it. "Lessons for one," he adds. "Getting dragged down to the basement and…" then it trails off, and Flint grimaces, looks over at Rori halfway.
Wolves are social creatures, some humans are, too. But there's being tough and feeling like your people care. "C'mere," Rori says bluntly.
Flint pushes himself off from the doorway, drags his feet across to where the Fianna is in the kitchen, and looks over at her, paused about a foot away.
Rori lifts up an arm, wriggling her fingers. "Right here. Next to me." She points pointedly at that spot next to her feet.
There's a tentative look for a moment, but it's replaced by an equally tentative smile and acknowledgement that Flint knows that Rori isn't out to bite him or anything ridiculously silly like that, and then he shuffles the last few steps, looks up at her. "Yes?" It's a ridiculously quiet yes. Nearly inaudible if he weren't right next to her.
Rori holds up her arms and offers him a hug. Yes, a hug. Simple, no strings attached hug. His choice if he takes it or not.
Another moment of hesitation, and then a very, very tiny nod, before the cub does, arms wrapping around her and head on the Fianna's shoulder as he actually lets himself relax, a little.
Rori hugs the cub gently, pressing her cheek to the side of his head. Scent, touch — all these things say so much. "Hard times make you stronger. Failing, teaches you how to better succeed. Life lived wrong fighting for what you believe is still fighting. I am proud of you, cub."
Flint hugs her tightly in return, though not overly so. It's almost clinging, except that after a moment he pulls away, a more normal teenaged grin and expression on his face. "Thank you, Rori-rhya," he says. "I just. Gaia please, and seriously. I don't usually mind, but. Dragged down to the basement for shooting lessons din't help so much, with the moon and all." There. He's said what was bothering him. Though what, precisely, shooting lessons might be.
Rori lets him pull away after he gets what he needs. "Psh. Glasswalkers and your guns. Still not hungry?" She offers a cold hot dog.
The offered hot dog is eyed, the taken, several bites eaten before Flint speaks again, looking across the kitchen at Rori. "Alright, maybe hungry," he admits.
Rori looks amused, shaking her head. "Alright. What do you want? I could be talked into cooking."
Flint looks at Rori, taking another, larger bite of the hotdog and then speaking around it. "Breakfast?" he queries, cautiously. "Yeah, Glasswalkers and our guns," he agrees. "Would be better if shooting lessons meant I actually got to use the gun."
Rori smirks and then heads to the fridge for the good stuff. Meat and eggs. Maybe some potatoes. Diced.. veggies. Yum. She starts cooking, an array of meat on the stove getting warm. "Yeah, you'll get there eventually."
"Yeah," the cub acknowledges, quiet, though there is an appreciative grin as he watches Rori cook. Even the vegetables don't get any protest, amazingly. "Not being the target'll be nice." There. He's even managed to find a little bit of humour in it. A little.
"I still can't shoot," Rori says. "Don't like guns. They tend to jam up on me. Teeth and claw. You make sure you can use teeth and claw just as effectively, hmm?'
That gets an enthusiastic nod from Flint. "Yeah. The guns're a city thing, I guess. Being able to not shift and maintain the Veil, and all." He tilts his head to the side, hands coming back out of his pockets though he keeps the jacket pulled protectively around him.
Rori glances at the jacket hugging, but doesn't say a word. "Yeah, I should learn crap like that. But other than visiting my brother, I'm not actually in the city much. Found a little hunting cabin near the grotto.. making him and this other kin I know stay there most of the time
Flint nods again, not quite as enthusiastic as the time before. "It's… kinda my least favourite lesson, getting shot," Flint says. But, most of the cub's prior foul mood has been banished, at least for the moment, by a hug and food, enough that at least now he can talk about things. "But I'm getting better at holding my shape long enough, after."
Rori plates up the food as the meat gets warmed and the eggs and potatoes get cooked. "That's something to be proud of. Takes time. But you Glasswalkers, man. Then again.. I got the shit beat out of me repeatedly and all kinds of crap. Same thing, different weapon. They do the humiliation yet?"
Flint shakes his head a little. "Kinda something to," Flint says. "Yesterday I… stormed up through the building in crinos, afterward. Tore my clothes to shit trying to grab them and get out of the basement, and kinda got in trouble for everything until I managed to shift down." Eyes roll, typical teenage fashion.
Rori just grins as she gives him a plate heaping in food and then a smaller one for herself. "Aw man. Tore up the floors something awful, huh?"
Flint turns, setting the plate down on the table and grabbing a fork from the drawer before he pulls out the chair and sits down next to it. "Not really, the building is… kinda all so that there's less problem when that happens." Attention turns to the food as the cub talks. "Didn't stop Mouse-rhya from being unhappy for it."
Rori drops into a chair after cleaning up a bit and turning things off. "Yeah, she's got to clean up the mess, I'm sure. Replacing floors can't be fun.
Flint nods, shrugging his shoulders as he wolfs down his food a bit. Teenagers, after all. "Yeah. More that she just didn't want me sitting around on the floor in crinos. Said it wasn't going to help me calm down from everything, especially with the moon."
Rori looks amused as she eats, looking at him under her lashes. "No, that won't help you be calm. Lupus works, homid works.. the others are harder. Not bad, does teach you control, but harder.
"Harder to get to when angry, too," Flint observes. As the boy eats, his plate is already nearly half empty when he gets up, crossing over to the cabinet to draw down a glass, and then to the fridge. Juice, it seems.
Rori only shrugs. "I spent most of my cubhood as lupus, growling at anyone who wanted to deal with me. Unless it was fight training. That.. that is awesome."
There's a bit longer of rummaging in the fridge before Flint pulls out of it, now with a full glass of juice clutched in his hands, and sits back down at the table. "I'd get thwacked if I growled at someone an' din't have a good reason," he says, grinning. "Or reprimanded and grounded."
Rori gives a tilt of her head from side to side. "Or beaten within an inch of life, yeah. Learned my lesson there."
"Yeah," Flint agrees, quietly. "I learned pretty quick on that. I like being allowed out."
Rori grins and points at the food. "Eat. Or I'm not cooking for you anymore," she teases. "It sucks to be stranded and locked away. Proud of you. You're really a good cub, Flint. Talked to your.. mentor? That what Kavi is?"
Flint nods, his attention turning back to his food and words coming in between bites. "Yeah." More food disappears into the cub's mouth. "Kavi-rhya's my teacher, my main teacher." Chew. Chew chew, talking around food even. "Thanks, Rori. Means a lot."
Rori nods slowly. "He doesn't seem to mind me teaching you about being a wolf. Didn't say a word to me about it."
Flint grins widely, though that at least the cub has the common decency not to do while he's in the middle of a bite. "'s what Kavi said, yeah." The last few bites are shoveled off of his plate, and the glass of juice is picked up again, drained.
Rori gives him a curious look. "But.. he doesn't really know me. He seems more protective of you than that. Doesn't match up in my.. seriously wanked out brain."
A thoughtful look appears on the cub's face. "You haven't given him any reason not to, I think," Flint responds. "He's concerned, with tribal bias, with disrespect, with… all that.
A thoughtful look appears on the cub's face. "You haven't given him any reason not to, I think," Flint responds. "He's concerned, with tribal bias, with disrespect, with… all that." A shrug follows.
Rori finishes off her breakfast and gets up to clean up. "Tribal bias? Against Glasswalker or Fianna? And I don't think I showed him any disrespect. He asked me a question and I think I gave him an answer. I answered, at least."
Flint shrugs again. "Against our tribe, I think," Flint says, looking at the empty juice glass for a minute. "And you did, though Kavi-rhya also said he's not any more sure, now, than he was before. But that's not your fault, nor does he blame you. He just… has more questions."
Rori gives a little shrug, finishing the clean up. "Yeah, don't have anything against your tribe, cub. Just think you should be closer to the ground, to the earth. To know both isn't bad."
The boy grins. "I don't think Kavi-rhya sees anything wrong with that. Though sometimes if I'm in lupus, in the tenement, I get a few strange looks." That brightens the boy's face, as if he's got a sudden idea, and he points to the door, almost a question.
Rori follows the point and then nods, shaking her head. "Yes. We can go play. I'll go hide and you can see if you can seek me. How's that sound?"
Flint grins more. "Okay!" he says, moving over and draping the jacket over the chair, then, stripping off his shirt and pants until he stands in his underwear. "Five minutes and then I follow?" And then the cub shifts to lupus, tail wagging.
4 February, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (82% full).
Flint lays across one of the couches, one knee to his chest, the other leg stretched out in front of him, with a jacket across him as a blanket, despite the presence of a few blankets across his chest. He's … singing? Maybe. His voice is quiet, and whatever the boy is humming seems to be a much more modern melody. The other difference, for today, is that the cub seems to be in a decidedly bad mood. Or at least, that's what an initial glance would have.
Rori strides in from outside, striding into the kitchen and starting to rustle around. She comes in the back door, so she doesn't see the boy, but that doesn't mean she can't tell someone's there. She peeks into the living room after a moment, staring. "What happened?"
The ahroun is greeted with silence from the cub, as the singing cuts off, and Flint just stares a bit. "Stuff, Rori-rhya," he responds, with that 'why does it matter' tone in his voice.
Rori gives him a dark look, grumpy. "Yeah, obviously. Hungry?" She disappears back into the kitchen, muttering under her breath.
There's the sound of the boy pushing himself up, and when he appears into the kitchen, Flint has the oversized jacket pulled around him, rather tightly. "Not really," he says, leaning against the doorway, gaze on his feet. "Just…" the words trail off and are followed by a shrug. "Yesterday sucked."
Rori pauses in her inspection of the fridge and looks up. "We all have those days. It's how we handle it that matters. If you want talk, I'm here."
Even amidst the cub's moodiness and rather grumpy looks, Rori's offer earns a very, very small smile, and a nod. "Maybe," he decides, considering the offer.
Rori pulls out a package of cold hot dogs and leans against the counter as she nibbles on them. "Grumpy cubs. I'd say something trite, like 'you have it so much easier than I did' but then I'd have to actually talk about my cubhood and that makes me grumpy."
"There's a lot I don't have easy," Flint responds, not snapping but just, upset at thinking about it. "Lessons for one," he adds. "Getting dragged down to the basement and…" then it trails off, and Flint grimaces, looks over at Rori halfway.
Wolves are social creatures, some humans are, too. But there's being tough and feeling like your people care. "C'mere," Rori says bluntly.
Flint pushes himself off from the doorway, drags his feet across to where the Fianna is in the kitchen, and looks over at her, paused about a foot away.
Rori lifts up an arm, wriggling her fingers. "Right here. Next to me." She points pointedly at that spot next to her feet.
There's a tentative look for a moment, but it's replaced by an equally tentative smile and acknowledgement that Flint knows that Rori isn't out to bite him or anything ridiculously silly like that, and then he shuffles the last few steps, looks up at her. "Yes?" It's a ridiculously quiet yes. Nearly inaudible if he weren't right next to her.
Rori holds up her arms and offers him a hug. Yes, a hug. Simple, no strings attached hug. His choice if he takes it or not.
Another moment of hesitation, and then a very, very tiny nod, before the cub does, arms wrapping around her and head on the Fianna's shoulder as he actually lets himself relax, a little.
Rori hugs the cub gently, pressing her cheek to the side of his head. Scent, touch — all these things say so much. "Hard times make you stronger. Failing, teaches you how to better succeed. Life lived wrong fighting for what you believe is still fighting. I am proud of you, cub."
Flint hugs her tightly in return, though not overly so. It's almost clinging, except that after a moment he pulls away, a more normal teenaged grin and expression on his face. "Thank you, Rori-rhya," he says. "I just. Gaia please, and seriously. I don't usually mind, but. Dragged down to the basement for shooting lessons din't help so much, with the moon and all." There. He's said what was bothering him. Though what, precisely, shooting lessons might be.
Rori lets him pull away after he gets what he needs. "Psh. Glasswalkers and your guns. Still not hungry?" She offers a cold hot dog.
The offered hot dog is eyed, the taken, several bites eaten before Flint speaks again, looking across the kitchen at Rori. "Alright, maybe hungry," he admits.
Rori looks amused, shaking her head. "Alright. What do you want? I could be talked into cooking."
Flint looks at Rori, taking another, larger bite of the hotdog and then speaking around it. "Breakfast?" he queries, cautiously. "Yeah, Glasswalkers and our guns," he agrees. "Would be better if shooting lessons meant I actually got to use the gun."
Rori smirks and then heads to the fridge for the good stuff. Meat and eggs. Maybe some potatoes. Diced.. veggies. Yum. She starts cooking, an array of meat on the stove getting warm. "Yeah, you'll get there eventually."
"Yeah," the cub acknowledges, quiet, though there is an appreciative grin as he watches Rori cook. Even the vegetables don't get any protest, amazingly. "Not being the target'll be nice." There. He's even managed to find a little bit of humour in it. A little.
"I still can't shoot," Rori says. "Don't like guns. They tend to jam up on me. Teeth and claw. You make sure you can use teeth and claw just as effectively, hmm?'
That gets an enthusiastic nod from Flint. "Yeah. The guns're a city thing, I guess. Being able to not shift and maintain the Veil, and all." He tilts his head to the side, hands coming back out of his pockets though he keeps the jacket pulled protectively around him.
Rori glances at the jacket hugging, but doesn't say a word. "Yeah, I should learn crap like that. But other than visiting my brother, I'm not actually in the city much. Found a little hunting cabin near the grotto.. making him and this other kin I know stay there most of the time
Flint nods again, not quite as enthusiastic as the time before. "It's… kinda my least favourite lesson, getting shot," Flint says. But, most of the cub's prior foul mood has been banished, at least for the moment, by a hug and food, enough that at least now he can talk about things. "But I'm getting better at holding my shape long enough, after."
Rori plates up the food as the meat gets warmed and the eggs and potatoes get cooked. "That's something to be proud of. Takes time. But you Glasswalkers, man. Then again.. I got the shit beat out of me repeatedly and all kinds of crap. Same thing, different weapon. They do the humiliation yet?"
Flint shakes his head a little. "Kinda something to," Flint says. "Yesterday I… stormed up through the building in crinos, afterward. Tore my clothes to shit trying to grab them and get out of the basement, and kinda got in trouble for everything until I managed to shift down." Eyes roll, typical teenage fashion.
Rori just grins as she gives him a plate heaping in food and then a smaller one for herself. "Aw man. Tore up the floors something awful, huh?"
Flint turns, setting the plate down on the table and grabbing a fork from the drawer before he pulls out the chair and sits down next to it. "Not really, the building is… kinda all so that there's less problem when that happens." Attention turns to the food as the cub talks. "Didn't stop Mouse-rhya from being unhappy for it."
Rori drops into a chair after cleaning up a bit and turning things off. "Yeah, she's got to clean up the mess, I'm sure. Replacing floors can't be fun.
Flint nods, shrugging his shoulders as he wolfs down his food a bit. Teenagers, after all. "Yeah. More that she just didn't want me sitting around on the floor in crinos. Said it wasn't going to help me calm down from everything, especially with the moon."
Rori looks amused as she eats, looking at him under her lashes. "No, that won't help you be calm. Lupus works, homid works.. the others are harder. Not bad, does teach you control, but harder.
"Harder to get to when angry, too," Flint observes. As the boy eats, his plate is already nearly half empty when he gets up, crossing over to the cabinet to draw down a glass, and then to the fridge. Juice, it seems.
Rori only shrugs. "I spent most of my cubhood as lupus, growling at anyone who wanted to deal with me. Unless it was fight training. That.. that is awesome."
There's a bit longer of rummaging in the fridge before Flint pulls out of it, now with a full glass of juice clutched in his hands, and sits back down at the table. "I'd get thwacked if I growled at someone an' din't have a good reason," he says, grinning. "Or reprimanded and grounded."
Rori gives a tilt of her head from side to side. "Or beaten within an inch of life, yeah. Learned my lesson there."
"Yeah," Flint agrees, quietly. "I learned pretty quick on that. I like being allowed out."
Rori grins and points at the food. "Eat. Or I'm not cooking for you anymore," she teases. "It sucks to be stranded and locked away. Proud of you. You're really a good cub, Flint. Talked to your.. mentor? That what Kavi is?"
Flint nods, his attention turning back to his food and words coming in between bites. "Yeah." More food disappears into the cub's mouth. "Kavi-rhya's my teacher, my main teacher." Chew. Chew chew, talking around food even. "Thanks, Rori. Means a lot."
Rori nods slowly. "He doesn't seem to mind me teaching you about being a wolf. Didn't say a word to me about it."
Flint grins widely, though that at least the cub has the common decency not to do while he's in the middle of a bite. "'s what Kavi said, yeah." The last few bites are shoveled off of his plate, and the glass of juice is picked up again, drained.
Rori gives him a curious look. "But.. he doesn't really know me. He seems more protective of you than that. Doesn't match up in my.. seriously wanked out brain."
A thoughtful look appears on the cub's face. "You haven't given him any reason not to, I think," Flint responds. "He's concerned, with tribal bias, with disrespect, with… all that.
A thoughtful look appears on the cub's face. "You haven't given him any reason not to, I think," Flint responds. "He's concerned, with tribal bias, with disrespect, with… all that." A shrug follows.
Rori finishes off her breakfast and gets up to clean up. "Tribal bias? Against Glasswalker or Fianna? And I don't think I showed him any disrespect. He asked me a question and I think I gave him an answer. I answered, at least."
Flint shrugs again. "Against our tribe, I think," Flint says, looking at the empty juice glass for a minute. "And you did, though Kavi-rhya also said he's not any more sure, now, than he was before. But that's not your fault, nor does he blame you. He just… has more questions."
Rori gives a little shrug, finishing the clean up. "Yeah, don't have anything against your tribe, cub. Just think you should be closer to the ground, to the earth. To know both isn't bad."
The boy grins. "I don't think Kavi-rhya sees anything wrong with that. Though sometimes if I'm in lupus, in the tenement, I get a few strange looks." That brightens the boy's face, as if he's got a sudden idea, and he points to the door, almost a question.
Rori follows the point and then nods, shaking her head. "Yes. We can go play. I'll go hide and you can see if you can seek me. How's that sound?"
Flint grins more. "Okay!" he says, moving over and draping the jacket over the chair, then, stripping off his shirt and pants until he stands in his underwear. "Five minutes and then I follow?" And then the cub shifts to lupus, tail wagging.