Anarchy! Chaos! You kids be crazy!
“All gotta die of something,” Griff muttered. He listened to Marcus’ retelling of the gossip, nodding along. It was always hard to tell what was real and what was elaborated and Griff made the mental not to try not to jump to conclusions about others in the city just yet. If someone had told him he’d end up being saved and taken in by a group of criminals before he would have laughed in their faces. But it had happened and perhaps now with the world falling down around them was the best time to put prejudices to the side.
Grimes noticed the new arrival first. The dog sat up straighter with a small bark for attention, but he made no move towards the dirt covered woman. It took Griff a moment to realise that it was Teagan underneath all that grime and dirt and wild hair.
“Not at all,” Griff said, his face contorting slightly as Marcus also spoke. There was something a little strange about hearing ‘feeling out your boy’ being said in relation to himself; Griff put it down as another of those odd American slang terms that he’d never understand.
“Would you like a seat?” he asked politely, already preparing to stand up. He was nothing short of chivalrous, his parents having drilled ‘proper behaviour’ into him as a child and even now it seemed to stick.