"Girly chicks. Good point." He chuckled a little bit. "I think Kori likes it. You know, sometimes I wonder how the four of us came from the same gene pool." They were all so different. Not just minor differences, either. Glaring and shocking differences that often made outsiders wonder if they were truly family of if Brandon and Kori were adopted or something.
She asked him about the dyes and he chuckled. "No. Definitely not." He shook his head, reaching a hand back to scratch the back of his neck. "They're for a friend." Safe way to say it. Better than 'for a chick that I don't know how I feel about.' Especially if Leah asked who.
Playing it off like he hadn't enjoyed every second of watching that movie with Marigold, Brandon chuckled awkwardly. "Kids have weird movie tastes." Brandon had always liked weird movies as a kid, so he knew he was a walking testament to that fact. Shrugging a shoulder, Brandon thought of the idea of a petting zoo. "Well, either way, she's not totally lacking the weird animals. With the monkey and the bear." And the thought of anyone killing that bear bothered Brandon, as weird as it was to admit. "Pretty sure vetboy would stand in front of the bear before he'd let anyone shoot it. But the farm's Marchand's deal. Let him put it together, if he wants it so bad." It was nice not to have to stow his hatred for their fearless leader for a change.
That sounded like bullshit, and he was pretty sure that she could tell he thought so from the look on his face. Leah had exceptional balance. The whole 'yoga instructor' thing did that for her. At least he'd thought it did. "Doesn't sound like you," he muttered, but other than that, he let it go, starting for the door instead.
"They're fast, though," he pointed out. "My first encounter, one scaled a three story building in half a minute flat." He snorted a laugh. "Punched a hole in a door and shot it in the face through that door when it came running at me." It was an amusing thought. "Never want to get close to one again, either." He made a face. And it would be over his dead body that Leah ever got that close to one, either. "Let's just hope we don't come across one of those fuckers today. Not really in the mood to punch another door. My hand's just healing up." He flexed it a little.
Glancing over his shoulder at her as he headed out the door, to make sure she was safe, he nodded and peered down either side of the street. He hurried to the truck and climbed up onto the top of it, reaching for his rifle over his shoulder and waving for her to come and get in.
So focused was he on making sure that the area around was safe for Leah's run to the truck that he didn't noticed the leaper a few yards away, staring at him like he was dinner.