Daniel "Oz" Osbourne (sogoesmynation) wrote in ridgewayresort, |
Oz' eyebrow - the one that was already partially arched - rose even closer toward his hairline. "At least we're imprisoned in style," he commented pointedly. Leave it to Oz to find the silver lining in what was already a ridiculously negative situation. He wasn't always like that, of course, but so far since arriving he hadn't had too much reason to complain really. Besides, if there was one thing he had learned over the past year of self-discovery it was that a certain mindset could make or break a situation. If he expected this place to blow, it would. So he simply wasn't going to expect it.
Amusement once more shone in his eyes at her last statement. "Guess I just have one of those faces," he replied. He didn't think he actually did, though. Most people didn't mistake him for someone else. But that didn't mean he didn't have a double running around somewhere. Stranger things had definitely happened.
"Any idea who else is crashing here?" he questioned after a second. His nostrils flared a bit as he inhaled. So far the only scent he was picking up on was Heather's. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. Not that she stunk. Far from it. She almost smelled too nice. Clearly, it had been quite a while since he'd been around anyone other than fellow werewolves and various, nonviolent demons. When he got back home, if he got back home, he would have to change that.