he never mentioned you.

[Katherine Bellamonte] [Per + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine tilts her head to one side; it's almost avian, the manner she cocks it like that more than wolfish. She's still smiling a little, which is at once discomforting and reassuring. Her Rage thrums around her, ebbing and rising like the waves against the shoreline.

"Aha," she says lightly, nodding as if that made sense. "So there is no other reason why you do not have contact with him, after this night that he escorted you home, then." She lifts her brows, as if curious.

[Kristiana Coleman] "I've been busy with meeting people, and Matthieu...." She blushes again, ducking her head.

[Marni] Marni - well. She watches this little exchange like it's a tennis match, her head turning back and forth, her curls bouncing. She kicks off her shoes, and sets her feet up on the coffee table with a sigh of relief, and rests her plate on her belly as she eats and listens.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She coughs, clearing her throat, with a short, weird whistle-like sound emerging in the process. Something like that of a songbird being strangled and having its head beat repeatedly against piano keys. "Ooh...ahem. Sorry 'bout that. Frog in my throat, and shit." She straightens up, moving away from the steps.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Now, there's a genuine flicker of amusement in the Philodox's eyes. Her lips thin to a line and she lets out a little sigh.

"Very well, Kristiana. I am not here to bombard you questions regarding your personal life. I am here to facilitate your safety while you are in Chicago. You do understand this, yes?" She waits for a nod before going on. "If you have things of a delicate, or personal nature, do not bring them to my door unless they threaten your life, or the lives of others. If they are breaking some law, you may consult me.

If you are needing my protection, it goes without saying.

But I am not your mother, or your sister. I do not have the time or inclination for meaningless chit chat, or skirting around issues. I have asked, you have answered as you see fit. There lays the end of it." She flits a hand.

[Cordelia] Cordelia sits down and gets fairly comfortable near Marni. Whatever it is, the female seems content to watch the same tennis match as the Bone Gnawer. Realistically, there can't be that man differences betweent he two, except that Cordelia's probably half a foot taller and decidedly underweight while Marni... well. Marni has a whole 'nother person living inside of her. Suffice to say, it's a little cramped. What they have in common, however, seems to be their vague interest in the verbal tennis match. Cordelia's attention, however, wanes.

"So," she starts, "does the baby do the same thing with warm things?"

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She walks over to the table, snagging the remote and giving a smile to Marni and Cordlia. "Evening." She takes a seat on the floor, flicking her way through channels. "S'up?"

[Kristiana Coleman] She swallows hard "Yes, Rhya"

[Marni] A whole 'nother person, that's due in just a couple weeks, even. Which means said little person is considerably cramped, and Marni shifts her position slightly as Cordelia sits. Not to get away or get closer, just to try and get The Bean to shift slightly and get off her spine. Or kidney. Or whatever it's currently crushing.

She offers some of her fries to the kin, and shakes her head. "Not exactly - The Bean tends to curl up closer to the warm stuff, instead of actively kick it off. Before I got so blasted huge - i look like a fuckin WHALE, don't I? - he'd chase light too, when we shined a flashlight on my belly. Now there just ain't much room..."

[Kristiana Coleman] (Sorry guys, I'm crashing out and I need to be up in about six hours. Krist will head up to room 8)

[Cordelia] Now, she knows good and well that she shouldn't decline food, and down the hatch it goes. They're friees. They're good fries at that- Cordelia isn't aware that Marni's a Bone Gnawer, but if she did she'd know that they don't just share food with anyone. Food's a sacred thing. She does know, however, that pregnant women will eat the ever-loving crap out of some french fries.

"You don't look like a whale," she says, "I don't think you'd be very mobile in water at all."

She just grins, ear-to-ear and so much fake innocence there.

"When's the Bean due?"

[Marni] "Actually!" she says, with that incorrigible grin... "Water is awesome - takes a lot o'the weight off, and pressure too. An' well, since we're pretty sure that's where we started th'Bean anyway... well. We like water. A lot."

She wiggles her brows, and then chuckles. "February 3rd." She pats the belly, and shakes her head. "Though if 'e wants t' make an' early appearance, I wouldn't be opposed. I miss seein my feet..."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She glances back at Marni and Cordelia, then smiles to herself and just leans back, continuing the channel flipping. She tosses a look over to Katherine now that Kristiana's gone, watching her.

[Cordelia] "Well, they're still there," she looks at Sarita and raises her brows, "verdad? I'm not lying to her and they are there."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She glances back now at Cordelia, then makes a show at looking for Marni's feet. "Oh...yeah, there they are." She grins. "Yeah, ya got feet, chica. No worries."

[Marni] She laughs, and nods. "Yeah, else it'd be a problem walkin in, I figure. Though I give up on tryin t'tie my shoes, or anything that involves bendin over the Bean. 'e ain't like it much. Figure's 'e's all smooshed up in there enough."

She wrinkles her nose, and then chuckles. "Ain't all that bad. Jus' been a while. Ain't like feelin like I ain't able t'protect shit, ya know? Specially The Bean. February cain't come fast enough."

[Lukas] The nights Lukas spends in the Brotherhood has been gradually diminishing over the past year or two. He's here tonight, though, coming up the stairs with herb-crusted lamb from the kitchen. Best in the city, he swears, and given the amount of lamb he seems to devour, one may as well believe him. There's a bottle of red under his arm, a copy of the latest Economist in his right hand, and ... a wineglass in his mouth, stem held delicately in his teeth.

He stops at the top of the stairs, seeing the common room occupied. Then he makes some sort of vague hello sound at Katherine, nods to everyone else, and goes to sit ...

well, in his usual spot. Dead center on the long arm of the sectional, putting his heaping plate down in front of him.

"Thought I heard you putting the fear of Falcon into some kin," he says, ripping off three lamb ribs to hand to his packmate. "Did you scare her off already?"

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She throws her attention to Lukas when he walks in, head tilting as he gets an appraising once over.

[Marni] And enter Lukas.

There's a moment, where the expression is clear on Marni's face, though it's there an' gone so fast it's as if it didn't exist at all. It helps that she was shoving the last bit of fries into her mouth about that time, too, but it exists. She sets her plate aside, pulls her feet back, and slips them into her boots by feel.

"Speakin' of - it's time I got home. Jus' had cravin for some fries, an' since I done killed the plate of em.." She winks at Cordelia, and goes about trying to leverage herself out of the couch. No easy doing. "Give us a push, will ya?"

Push or not, she gets to her feet, and pulls on her sweatshirt, her coat. She grabs her empty plate, and with a general wave, heads out the same way she came.

[Cordelia] Wyrmbreaker's a good looking man, let's make no mistake about that. However, there is only so far raw looks and prowess can go before it gives way to ridiculous. Then, of course, Marni is asking for a push up, the female positions her arm under marni, and gets a good hand on her rear.

Cordelia gives Marni a nice, healthy shove up... which is to say it isn't quite a shove, because even if she is a fairly strong young woman, Cordelia is a bird-boned young woman, and strong for her frame is probably not strong enough to do more than give a pregnant woman a little momentum.

"Goodnight... Marni, yes?" she waves.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks back to Marni, getting to her feet when it becomes clear the Gnawer is trying to get up and offering a hand. "Here, lemme help."

[Marni] "Yeah." she says - it's Marni, and for their help leveraging her oddly balanced frame up.. "Thanks!" Because, believe it or not, she has it in her to be polite - when she wants too.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Kristiana has had enough, perhaps, of Katherine. Or she's simply in need of a respite from the constant aura of Rage around various individuals in the room. Whichever it is, she excuses herself with Katherine's blessing and the Silver Fang is then left to her own devices -- for a few moments.

Then Sarita is eying her, and gets the privilege of a lifted brow in response.

Lukas appears, and there's a fondness in the female's voice as he carries his lamb and accessories toward the sectional. "Oh, you know Lukas, it's my monthly scare sense into my subjects event." Then; the pregnant Gnawer is rising to leave, and Katherine bids her stay only long enough to add:

"I have some left over baby items like formula at the Loft from August Grant's stay before she gave birth. They are yours, should you need them." Then she's offered lamb chops, and sits down, coat aside to carefully nibble at one.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "You bet." She smiles to Marni and sits down, taking a moment to look back to Katherine with curiosity. Apparently, the Fang intrigues her.

[Lukas] "Mmf," Lukas says, mouth full, A lamb bone falls by the side of the plate, picked clean. He wipes his hand quickly on a napkin, then twists a corkscrew into his bottle with quick, practiced turns of his wrist. When it's in the Shadow Lord -- because he is that, unmistakably so, never mind that he's apparently on good terms with this Silver Fang he's sharing his meal with -- pulls the cork free with utter, thoughtless ease. Still impaled on the corkscrew, it goes by the wayside. Lukas pours himself a glass of wine, then passes the bottle to Kate as if he really expected her to drink directly from it.

"You get all the hot kinfolk and the juicy drama. I'm jealous." He doesn't sound it one bit.

Lukas takes a sip, catches a spilled drop of wine off his lip with the side of his thumb. It's discreet. He eats with a sort of innate, thoughtless ease; a carnivorous grace that isn't quite the same as Katherine's well-entrained courtesy. When he lifts his eyes, they go with instinctive unerring directness to Sarita. Now there are two pairs of pale, piercing eyes on the Strider, both blue. Lukas gestures at the lamb on the platter, invitational, as he sits back with a rib in hand.

"Care for a bite?"

[Katherine Bellamonte] The Strider is fascinated by the Silver Fang, perhaps she has not seen so many of them since she hit the city. In truth, their number had dwindled somewhat of recent months. Katherine somehow manages to devour a chop neatly, and sets a little pile of bones before her on a napkin.

She dabs at her lips, and finally gives in the constant staring.

"Am I so strange a thing to you, Sarita?"

Lukas' jibe about being jealous is very deliberately ignored; as is the bottle he passes to her, she reaches out and takes up his wine glass instead.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins, her gaze swiveling smoothly to Lukas. "That depends, mi amigo. M'I gonna get my hand back if I do?" She winks and then looks back over to Katherine. "In all honestly...lil' bit. Not sayin' that's a bad thing, just haven't been in one spot long enough to get a good look at class in the wild. Sorry if I'm staring."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Although, in all honestly, she doesn't sound ALL that sorry. Maybe just a tiny bit.

[Sinclair] The footsteps that come out of Room 1 and down the short stretch of hallway to the common room would be silent, if not for the faint scratch-tap of little claws. The wolf that enters, leaving her bedroom door ajar with the confidence that most people know better than to trespass in her territory -- or will learn, should they be so ignorant -- is a strange one, stranger still to be seen indoors. Or rather: would be strange, were the indoors anywhere but here.

Is strange, even here.

The fur is thick with wintertime, charcoal-colored with tufts and tips of black, flashes of white. The eyes are a blue so pale and opaque it seems colorless compared to the intensity of both Lukas and Katherine's near-matching gazes. But what makes her strange isn't the lack of breeding being brought into the room with her presence, nor is it the predatory dread every footfall brings closer to them -- though that is noticable, a different feeling from Rage, a sense that makes the animals in them get their hackles up --

it's the metal rings through the wolf's ears, really. They glint and glisten under the overhead lighting as she pads into the room tail swinging slowly behind her. There's another hint of metal in the top of one foreleg, glinting through her fur.

She goes straight towards the table, puts her paws on it, and sniffs at Lukas's food before swiveling her head over and peering at him.

The wolf makes a whining noise. To a human, it would seem like begging. They might make a dog shake or do a trick. To the ears of the Garou in the room, it's just a question.

[Lukas] Kate's absconding with his wineglass is intercepted: the Ahroun's hand falling quickly, smoothly, firmly atop hers. He takes the wineglass back, drinks himself, and then -- with a subtle deliberation that anyone but Katherine and Sinclair might well miss -- hands it to Kate. An offering, this time.

If she takes it, he sits back again. Lukas's manner here is casual, easy, familiar. He's lived here a long time, and he likes it here. Even if there's something intrinsically dignified, old-world about his face, even if he's feasting on a crown rack of lamb and red wine -- he's casual. At home. Dressed in drawstring lounge pants and a dark t-shirt, as if he might've just rolled out of bed, his feet bare, his hand --

not bare. There's a ring on his left hand, matte black, a thin rim of gold encircling the lower edge. Elegant; subdued.

"Go ahead," he says, the corner of his mouth quirking up. That applies to both Sarita and Sinclair. This is for the former, though -- "I wouldn't extend the invitation if I was going to bite."

[Sinclair] She pushes herself up on the table a bit more, grabs a lamb chop in her teeth, and then jumps up on the couch between her packmates, coiling herself up with the chop on her forepaws to start tearing the meat off. Her eyes go to Sarita, but she just thumps her tail against the cushions she's sitting on, ears perked in curiosity despite her attention to what she's eating.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "I didn't say nothin' about getting bit. Lotsa ways to lose a hand, and I know enough to pay attention to what's not said as much as what is." The grin takes a distinctly lopsided tilt to it, and she gets back to her feet.

She eyes Sinclair as she heads over, eyes doing a once-over on the wolf. She gets a little not before Sarita takes just a small chop. "Thanks," she says to Lucas with a quick wink and a smile. "You're already on my good side."

[Cordelia] It's an entire watching and observing procedure. She's managed to get Marni out the door, and the young woman becomes accutely aware soon enough that she's the only kinfolk in the room. Sarita is a different sort of creature. Lukas is distinct. Katherine is Falcon's (terrifying, awe inspiring. The ability to inspire some kind of visceral fear is part of the majesty.) And, of course, there is a literal wolf padding through.

There's silence, a look at Lukas again. Probably a little longer than a glance, she looks like she's going through a mental grocery list.

"I'm sorry," she says, "I keep seeing you and I have no idea what your name is."

[Katherine Bellamonte] [BRB, dinner! Kate is nomming and sipping and scratching Sinclair behind the ears.]

[Lukas] "It's pretty hard not to good-side someone when faced with the city's best rack of lamb," Lukas quips. A glance at Cordelia, then -- the truth is, better or worse, Lukas rarely pays attention to kin unless there's reason to -- and then back to Sarita to include her in the introduction.

"I'm Lukáš," he says. Accent on the second syllable, aspirated s at the end: a distinctly non-american name, which he pronounces with the absolute perfection of a native speaker. "Called Wyrmbreaker. Fostern, Alpha of the Shadow Lords, Alpha of the Ahrouns, Alpha of the Unbroken. These are my sisters Katherine and Sinclair." And, since Sinclair was in no shape (ha.) to introduce herself to a kin, "Sinclair's a Glass Walker Fostern Galliard.

"What about you two? You're one of Katherine's," Cordelia, "but I could almost swear you're a Strider."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Ooh, right." She sets the chop down and, with a little half-step back and a lower her shoulders, gives a bow...complete with a flourish to her arms. "Sarita Echoes-of-Laugher, or Ecos de la Risa if you prefer. Cliath Moonless of Owl. No pack, just a half-sister who's floating around here somewhere and probably pissing someone off half as well as I could."

[Sinclair] Sinclair is, in point of fact, in excellent shape to introduce herself. It's not her fault that the Brotherhood is in the city and it's after dark and people would freak out if she started howling. Sinclair doesn't bother grousing at Lukas in his mind or nipping at him with her teeth. Her eyes loll back as Katherine reaches over and starts scritching her behind one ear, setting that tail of hers to thumping faster and with more satisfaction.

Yeeeaaaah.

She's distracted for a moment, her teeth stuck mid-gnaw in her lamb and her eyes falling closed and her tail wagging to beat the stuffing out of the couch, but then she opens her eyes and barks. It's a combination of sounds, a warping of traditional lupus to include concepts no wolf knows at birth. It's a name. It is not meant to translate clearly for Sarita

so much as remind Lukas he forgot something.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[a lowerING OF her shoulders. I fail at typing.]]

[Cordelia] She doesn't seem to bat an eye at any of it. And she sits through the introduction, most of it making some sense, and she pieces together a few very, very important things. This is Lukas. Yes, that Lukas.

"Oh," Cordelia starts, and for frame of reference, "you're Christian's alpha."

And she's met Sinclair before. Her gaze goes there, and the female gives her a once over. Looks at the metal in her ears and whatever other details there are and pieces things together. Carefully, though not so slowly. Cordelia isn't having as much difficulty translating back and forth, but rest assured the young lady has an accent. Quite a bit of one, but luckily she manages to avoid that infamous Castilian lisp.

"I'm Cordelia, Cordelia Eulália Maria Sarafin-Diego-" it's not as much of a mouth full when you're talking to people with deed names "-es nice to place faces with names."

[Lukas] "It's good to have another of Owl's in the city, if only for a while." Lukas doesn't bother to ask if she's staying -- it's usually pointless to ask that of a Strider. "Last I heard one of your kin lived here. Gina McClaren was her name. She had some hard times, though. I'm not sure if she's still in town."

Sinclair barks. Lukas blinks, then adds, "Oh. Sinclair's known by Warcry, or Brutal Revelation." And he shifts his knee over, nudging her. "Sorry," exaggerated, grinning.

That grin fades a notch, sharpens into curiosity, as Cordelia answers. "Yeah," he replies simply, "I am." Tense is important, here. "You knew him?"

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods, recognizing the name. "Kyle mentioned her, said she's not been seen in months. I might just see if I can track her down. Never want brethren left alone after rough times, after all."

She looks at Sinclair, nodding in recognition of the Deed Name, before going quiet to let Lukas and Cordelia talk over their mutual acquaintance.

[Lukas] "If you could," Lukas replies to Sarita, "I think she'd appreciate it. She was a bright, happy thing when she came here, but Chicago tends to chew those people up first and hardest."

[Sinclair] This time Sinclair goes ahead and nips at Lukas when he gives her that exaggerated sorry. She does not act like a dog, rolling onto her back and exposing her belly for Katherine or Lukas to scratch at. She does, however, behave like an animal, returning her attention to her food, gnawing and licking at the lamb chop. She tears meat off right down to the bone, laps up every speck of juice as she goes at it. There's a harsh efficiency to the way she eats, an instinctive ruthlessness.

[Cordelia] "I know him, yes," because tense is important here, and Cordelia and Lukas are speaking in two different ones. She looks at him incredulously, "we're dating."

There's a sort of tenuous composure there, and she keeps it. Or, at the very least, is good at faking keeping it. "You haven't heard from him?"
Now, what it sounds like she said, was this: you haven't heard from him either.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives Lukas a little nod, appreciation shining in her eyes. She stores the information away in her head, giving them their time to talk before questioning him any further about it.

[Katherine Bellamonte] [back!]

[Lukas] "We haven't heard from him," Lukas says. There's a gentleness in his tone, even if the truth he gives her is just that: the truth, plain and harsh.

Then, "He never mentioned you. I'm glad, though. That he had someone, I mean."

[Sinclair] The next time they look at Sinclair, her eyes have fallen closed again, but her tail has gone still. Kate's fingers in her fur -- and the lamb chop bone still being gently, unconsciously gnawed between her teeth -- have effectively soothed Warcry for the time being. She is a large, heavy lump of furred warmth on the couch cushions, sleeping the way a wolf sleeps in the middle of its pack, surrounded by heat, and rage, and loyalty.

[Sinclair] [thanks for the rp! thanks for letting me driveby! :D]

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine stirs here; a hand on Sinclair's fur; a warm, vital reminder. Lukas beside her and every now and then a sip from her Alpha's wine glass. There's a great deal of meaning here, to it all. Watching the Unbroken an outsider has a very strong vibe from the three.

They are united; and almost move without consideration in sync with one another.

A true wolf pack, then. "We miss him," she says to Cordelia, her voice gentled. "His room awaits him."

[Cordelia] He never mentioned you.
She blinks, and reaches up to adjust her glasses. Her cheeks have lost some of their color, and she's not so much palid as... well... she looks like she migth have eaten something that didn't agree with her.

"Oh."

She inhales, and perks up a little, even smiles a little. "Well, he thought the world of you," she informs Lukas, "he's resilient. I'm sure he's giving someone Hell somewhere."

Kate chimes in, says that they miss him. She smiles, but the color is absolutely refusing to return to her cheeks.

"I should get to sleep," she says. She stands, she even straightens herself out.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her brows furrow a bit, head tilting just a bit to the side at Cordelia's reaction. She looks between the kin and the pack quickly, eyes settling back on Cordelia.

"Beunos nocas, chica." She smiles faintly, a bit more tenderness than her usual mischievous expression carries. "Sleep well."

[Lukas] "Hey -- "

Lukas is a creature accustomed to command. Just listen to his introduction, that list of Alpha ofs after his name. He knows how to command without bellowing, to catch attention without shouting. It's not even conscious anymore. There's something different in his tone; it demands attention.

When he has it, he quiets: "I didn't mean that in a bad way. Christian's entitled to his privacy, and some things are so precious you don't even share them with your pack. Just because we didn't know about you doesn't mean he didn't care about you. If anything, it was the opposite."

He nods at Sarita as she stands to go, then. "Night," He says. "You staying at the BroHo?"

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[She didn't stand to go, Cordelia did. :) ]]

[Cordelia] He says hey, she turns, and he has her attention. Because she knows when people are commanding, and damned if she's not one to pay attention. She is tall, unapologetically so, and seemingly aware of the smace she takes up. This little patch of land is hers and someone requires her attention.

Lukas' voice quiets, and she nods. Her left hand goes up to her glasses to push them back up the bridge of her nose.

"I appreciate the clarification... it makes a big difference," there's not an ounce of sarcasm there. Leave it to the Spaniard to appreciate and understand translation errors.

[Lukas] [i'm an ijjit.]

[Lukas] [Night is for Cordelia then! BroHo question is still for Sarita.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Naah. :) ]]

She nods at Lukas. "Ames and I are crashing in Kyle's room for the time being. Hey, about this Gina...any idea where a good place to start searching might be? I'd go outside and start shouting for her, but it probably wouldn't be real effective. Where she was, anyone she might know...that sorta thing."

[Lukas] Lukas grimaces a bit, not in displeasure but in thought. He glances at Kate for confirmation -- "Where was she staying? Bronzeville?" -- and then back, "I think it was Bronzeville. The best thing might be to find yourself a Theurge and see if they can make you a Questing Stone, start from there."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She purses her lips and then nods. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan." She gives a half-smile. "Thanks for the heads up. If she can be found, we'll find her."

[Lukas] "Good luck," Lukas replies, and then drains the last of his wine, setting the glass down in case Kate wants it. "I'm in Room 2, by the way. Sinclair's next door to me, Room 1. Kate has her own place, but if you need any of the Unbroken, find one of us and we'll be able to pass the message on."

[Katherine Bellamonte] "Yes," Katherine confirms almost absently, her attention still with Cordelia. She is watching the young noble-bred female with the keen awareness of a lion who has noticed a cub in distress and not quite certain if it should approach or leave it to tend to itself. Some would never learn without the experience.

She leaves things with a kinder smile than usual for her, and glances at her Alpha as he rises, unsettling the drowsing Sinclair; she merely rolls, and sleeps on.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Muy apreciado." She gives Lukas a smile, and then nods to both him and Katherine. "Well, I should get to bed. Girl's got to get SOME beauty rest before here mid-afternoon wake-up call." Her lips quirk upward in a smirk, and she taps two fingers to her brow before flicking them forward in a casual salute.

"Have a good night. Nice meeting you both."

[Katherine Bellamonte] So, they are mostly alone, the Unbroken. Katherine raises an eyebrow at her Alpha. "Going to bed, old man?"

[Cordelia] "Buenas noches, no se meten en muchos problemas," she tells Sarita. She even smiles, and there's a quiet pleasure in that. Not just that, but the woman makes the Spanish language seem like something that is lovely and poetic simply by being.

"Good night," she says to those who don't have the benefit of understanding precisely whatever it is she's saying in some foreign language. With that, she takes a step and is on her way to bed.

[Cordelia] (thanks for the scene, sorry about that! I thought I hit enter on that post a LOT earlier)

[Lukas] "Likewise," Lukas replies, and then grabs a last rib from the rack, gnawing on it as he stands. He smirks as Kate addresses him, "Maybe not to bed, but I thought I might try to catch Dani&+269;ka before she gets up for class. I've got a couple hours, though. You sticking around a while?"

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins at Cordelia and gives a little shrug, as if to say 'How else am I to have fun,' and makes her way off to room 10.

[[Thanks for the scene!]]

[Lukas] [thanks!]

[Katherine Bellamonte] "Mm," she says with a lazy sort of stretch; folding her booted feet up beside her; tucking a hand under the heavy fall of hair to her neck. She peers up at him and his lamb bone thoughtfully; her mouth still painted a very crimson red, despite having eaten. No wonder Kristiana had almost fainted; she looked almost barbaric with those lips the color of blood and that cloud of Rage hanging over her.

"I had thought to patrol some, the moon is halved and my skin itches with it."

In truth, there was a particular gleam to Kate's eye that unsettled the best; she was never more a Silver Fang than on these nights of the Waxing Half Moon.

[Lukas] Lukas turns his head to twist off a last scrap of meat, then drops the bone on the plate and holds his clean(ish) hand out to Kate. That smirk turns into something warmer -- a crooked smile as he hauls her to her feet.

"You should tell that to that young man" irony, massive sarcastic irony "of yours. I'm sure he'll think of some way to scratch that itch for you." Then the smile straightens out, and he grins. "Let me grab my talens bag," he says, "and throw on some clothes. You drive. I'm calling shotgun!"