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[ ah, a small slight against niklaus; he likes quinn already, even if she is a commoner. at least she doesn't hold the title of jock.
ignoring rebekah, even though he wishes to start an argument that the only brother he expects her to speak highly of is elijah, he glances at quinn, taking her in. she's a face he'll have to remember; with her hands bare of any daggers made of white oak, he finds himself slightly intrigued by her easy acceptance of living with three of the most dangerous vampires in marina. he wonders what it is niklaus has done to make her so compliant; compulsion? drawing her a fancy picture? allowing rebekah to do all the talking for once? at her words, kol doesn't choose to tentatively toe the threshold; taking a confident step, he moves closer, half a shoe over the line protecting human from predator. he smiles at quinn, something genuine, almost like a little boy in a candy store. ]
It's refreshing to meet someone who isn't so … [ kol honestly doesn't have the words that don't include moron, matt donovan, or damon salvatore, although the latter is his own special breed of imbecile. it's insulting to quinn to even think of her in the same league as that idiot. he then takes the steps required inside so he's fully in the apartment; his gaze lingers around, taking in the furniture and belongings placed in the corners and cracks. his gaze turns back to quinn; it's not unfriendly as the smile still presses aginst his lips. ] Common.
Not many people are friendly towards us, I'm afraid.