Tris glanced over to John as he entered, a grin tugging his lips. "I do, every time. I just chase them away and tell them it's our turn to use the clubhouse." He chuckled, then shook his head and shrugged. It wasn't impossible, that was for sure, because Tris had come to believe pretty much nothing was impossible here. Even things that should be.
Tipping his head back against the couch, he peered toward the slightly grimy window. If they ever used the place for more than just shifting, he figured they should probably clean it but ... it was a quiet place to hang out prior to their quirks being quirky.
Maybe someday though. If he thought about it. Or was really bored. Mostly though, he didn't want to draw attention to the fact people were using it, however infrequently. Maybe someone did own it and checked up on it now and again. Or was fully aware they were using it. Who knew? He didn't much care as long as they weren't bothered.
"You want to head to the beach tonight or just stick to the forest?" He ask curiously as he dropped his chin so he wasn't straining his neck to peer out the window.