Who: Jensen Leth and Teage Anderson. When: March 22nd. Morning. Where: The Den. What: Hanging out in the morning. New wolf stuff. Rating: Low. Status: Incomplete.
It was with a yawn still lingering that Jensen padded down the hallway from the kitchen, hands cupped around a mug of coffee. The mug was blue with cats on it, which was a strange thing to find in a house of werewolves, he thought, but no matter. He hadn't yet met the owner of said mug, and had he done so, that might have explained a few things.
He had eaten a large breakfast (his mind always went to his stomach first these days) of several egg and cheese sandwiches and a fruit smoothie, but despite the food in his stomach, he was still feeling sleepy. Largely because he'd been up until about four in the morning. Not on purpose, but because he just couldn't sleep. First of all, he could hear everything, all the sounds coming from outside, and within, and it was weird and hard to get used to. And then there was the fact that he felt like he was crawling out of his skin, a ripple under his flesh like another being lived there too. Which, he supposed, wasn't so far from the truth.
And then when he finally did sleep, he dreamed of wolves.
Padding down the hallway in sock feet, with skinny jeans and a slouchy lilac coloured top, long hair loose and wave, Jensen made his way to the den to see if anything good was on TV. Reaching the den, he reached for the door to open it. It opened with a bag, the door ricocheting off the wall in a way that made Jensen wince. That was another thing - he did not seem to know his own strength these days. Or reflexes for that matter, for while he'd slammed the door open, and winced, he'd done it without spilling a drop of coffee.
Weird.
He stepped through the door with a muttered 'whoops' and glanced around, relaxing by halves when he realized that yes there was someone in the den, but someone familiar. "Hi Teage," he greeted the other wolf who had been rescued and brought here with him and the girls. "Anything good on TV?"