Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Hmmm, on the whole I agree," she said, though she lived with an animal in her blood and soul that sang for violence at times. "I'm sorry for your brother. The war tore a lot of things apart." There was an understanding note in her voice, even as she didn't quite seem like she was going to expound upon it. "Still, a slap upside the head? Sometimes those work really well." Or taking him by the scruff of the neck and shaking him really good, she thought, eyes glinting.
She lifted a shoulder again. "We've got an auto, plus Xander has a motorcycle." Her grin was positively wolfish for just a second. "I love that damn thing. I want to get one of my own at some point, it's wicked fun. Plus there's always the tube." They managed pretty well all things considered. "Eh. I should look into it, yes." She sounded a little dubious, but it stemmed from her knowledge of how little Ministry workers cared for werewolves, and secrets do out. Especially when there are creature wards in random places, she'd heard. "They're as bad as electricians who say they're going to be there at eight spot on and don't get there til two, and then can't do shite because they don't have what they need."
She grinned. "They'll be nipping at your heels soon," she said.
"That'd be good, yeah." She blinked and regarded him with more intensity, forgetting her food completely for a moment for the first time since it had arrived, fork in the air and everything. She must tread carefully, she knew. She couldn't, couldn't, risk outing herself and her pack yet. "I've heard the relations aren't always on, right?" she started, fork making it back to her mouth and she chewed and listened to his answer. "Oh, the Caribbean, really? Wonder why that is."