Not now.

[flint_garou]

It'll work out.

23 July, 2012
It is currently 21:10 Pacific Time on Mon Jul 23 2012.
The moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (34% full).

A text goes out not a few hours after Kyler hid himself from the packlink. To Flint, reading:
Need to talk. Or something. Free?

The return text comes a few minutes later.
Come to the tenement? Grounded.

By the time that Kyler gets there, Flint's down in the lobby, pacing.

Ky is in homid, despite some obvious damage to his hand. He's bandaged at least. And his presence is announced by a knock on the door followed by a glance up to the camera.

Flint moves over to get the door, a furrow of brow, and he steps aside. The office door is open, the vague shadow of someone else present in there, although not paying the most attention. "Hey," Flint says, moving over to the couch.

Ky steps inside with barely a nod, pushing his hands into his hoodie pocket. "I just either made the biggest fucking mistake ever, or I need to seriously take more aggressive action." There he goes, lacking preamble. He doesn't even make it to the seating area before he starts talking.

Flint looks with concern at his packmate, before sitting down on one of the couches. "So, what happened?" There's a faint amount of reassurance mustered into the words.

"Nik fucking went warform in the damned Wal-Mart parking lot!" Ky's lips peel away from his teeth, seething in anger and likely not just his own. "It was like Team Jacob of Wal-Mart. Fucking Wyld plants down there attacked us and he goes furry. I should kill him for it, but he's a good warrior so I challenged him for leadership."

Flint raises his brows, and then bends to rest his head in his hands. "Wyld plants," the galliard repeats. "Video I sent Lex turned, out not hoax?" The question is given a moment, and Flint snarls slightly. "Wyld plants. I know some of the. The mushrooms were hallucinogenic, maybe… the plants were, too? Or something?"

"I don't even know," Ky answers. "But Nik wouldn't hear of a challenge and kicked me out. Told me to leave. I'm headed to Edgewood to determine what course I take next. Probably should talk to a Philodox."

Flint takes a deep breath. "Probably. Or, also. Talk to Nik again, in a few days. Maybe, he was just too tired and, from whatever with the plants." He sighs. "Probably. There are some philodox in. The Walkers, right now," Flint says. "Or. There are some, out with the Furies. Don't… know of any others."

"Peh. Right." Ky looks up at Flint and shakes his head. "Your tribe all but hates me. I'd be better off dealing with the Furies. Jerkface didn't even consider a challenge, just said no. Twice. Then told me to leave. I just…" He cuts himself off with a throaty growl and turns away from his packmate as tension becomes far more visible.

The galliard pauses, taking a deep breath. "Salem-rhya would be fair, but." Nothing else is offered, aside from a quiet reassurance. "Breathe."

"Bullshit." Kyler turns and looks at Flint. "No, he wouldn't be. I've seen him, looks like he could be my cousin. And obviously he's got some loathing if he's turned his back on blood." He pauses, then shouts, "And I don't wanna breathe!"

Flint frowns, then nods, setting his hand gently on his packmate's knee for a moment. "Not listening to a challenge, not considering a challenge is. Is stupid. Dishonorable. You can, re-issue the challenge, when. You've had a day or so, to breathe. Talk to a philodox, and. And all." A pause. "Meantime, you… wanna go to the park? I. I need fresh air, Fallout-rhya won't take me over there, again."

Ky pulls away from the physical contact, distancing himself physically as much as he has been mentally. And emotionally. He takes a shaking breath, nowhere near steadying, but getting outside might be a better idea. "Yeah, sure."

Flint casts a worried glance at Ky, brow furrowing as he gets to his feet. "Sec," Flint says, and he goes over, disappears into the office. The office door shuts behind him, too, and it's a few minutes before Flint comes out, with a set of keys in hand. He pauses when he comes back out. "Yes. No knives, stay with Kyler, come home after, no detours," the galliard says, barely audible to his packmate. His tone is resigned, and he heads for the door to the street.

Ky waits, watching the door. Both doors, to the office and the outside. When Flint reappears he shakes his head, deciding he doesn't want to know just now. He falls in behind the Walker, closing the door behind himself when he exits the building.

Flint shoves his hands into his pockets, a little sullen, and easing significantly once they're on the street and heading for the park.

Ky is quiet for the duration of the walk, tense and angry. It matches with Flint's sullenness, balancing moping with explosive emotion.

Flint moves over to one of the benches, keeping pace with his packmate, then sitting down, knees to chest. "What you did, wasn't. Wasn't dumb," he tells Ky. "It was, what you thought, was right. It was, what was right, what you, felt. You needed to do."

"Except I'm in exile again," Kyler counters, a bit more harsh than intended. He's angry, though, and trying to keep it from being directed toward his packmate. "Well, I'm exiled from the Vault."

Flint mutters, barely audible and not intended for Ky. "You have Edgewood. Hell, if you. If you need to? You can stay at the Tenement. There are, spare rooms you can use until, things settle."

"Think your tribe'd let me stay there," Ky asks. He's actually seriously interested. Like he hadn't considered the idea. But considering still, "Despite being a Shadow Lord?"

There's a stubborn set to his jaw. "The tenement's for the Sept, the fifth floor is for, for the tribe," Flint says. "But, there are spare rooms, on the other floors. You're my packmate. And, you. Haven't done anything, that. Would endanger the Tenement. It. Yes."

Ky shakes his head slowly, unsure. That one offer seems to have mostly deflated his anger. It's still there, only less palpable. "Better check with your elders. Don't want to screw up your standing too."

Flint bites his lower lip. "I'll check," he agrees. "And in the mean, mean time. You can come stay. Basement if you don't mind, the. Cockroaches. Or, somewhere."

Ky pushes his shoulders up a little. "I can camp in the lobby. Easier to get out if I need to, if someone takes offense before you can clear it."

The Glass Walker nods. "I'll. Call Mouse-rhya, in the morning. Plus, if. If you stay, then. Fallout-rhya can go do, whatever," Flint says. "It. It'll work, yeah?"

Ky nods after a moment. He sighs and then drags his hands over his face and through his hair, both, even the bandaged one. "Yeah. You'll have to tell me why you're grounded though," he breathes out, hands returning to his pocket. "Maybe not now, I don't think my brain can handle anything else at the moment. But soon."

Flint swallows, and nods. "Don't all the way know, just, said," Flint explains. "No knives. Not, getting it back. Any time soon, or."

Ky holds up a hand and shakes his head. "Not now," he says again. "Please, Flint. Not now."

Flint nods once more, baring his throat a moment in acceptance. "Not now. Let's. Let's just stay out here, a while. Then. Then go home?" Knees are drawn to chest, Flint humming quietly.

"Yeah." Ky taps his foot against the base of the bench, then drops onto it opposite the Galliard. He'll sit there, silent but for the occasional small talk, getting up again only when Flint is ready to return to the Tenement.