A whistle emanated from the door as Severen pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose. He was staring, precisely at Baby's exposed rear. "I ain't complain', darlin'." He smirked and pushed his sunglasses up once more. He dusted some of the ash off of his apparel as he took a few steps into the room, his spurs ringing as they touched the ground.
Severen had been reluctant to get up at such an early hour and had to carefully make his way through the house to avoid the damn sunlight. But he'd heard voices, ones that weren't Jesse, Diamondback, Homer or Mae's voices. Hell, they weren't even Caleb or his brat of a sister. And so, he ran through the hallways, avoiding the windows until he found the source of the talking, and happened to walk in on one hell of a sight.
He looked at the other two in the room, they were both fairly young. They also both smelt of blood. He cleared his throat as he adjusted his leather jacket. What the hell was he doing here? Why the hell was he in a damn library. Who the hell were these people? Where the hell was the beer? All of these questions swam around in Severen's head as he looked over all of the people in front of him once more. And where the hell was the rest of his clan?