It was a dark and stormy night. Just kidding. It is bright and fucking sunny. Justin is currently in the office surrounded by plastic bottles that he has yanked out of the junkyard and is currently cleaning them in a pot of boiling water that he has under a bunsen burner. It looks like he is going to use these for refills while everyone is out on the bawn. A small CD player is set up with the headphones around his ears as it blasts out some Scorpions.

Presumably, Felix knows Justin is here, since he doesn't drop by too terribly often when the Ahroun isn't. Presumably, Justin is aware Felix might well come by, since it's most likely he told the Galliard this is where he'd be. Even so, Felix's arrival is announced via a bright call of, "Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" (presumably the letter, not the name), before the door opens and he sticks his head in, grinning, "Ha, found you. Tag, you're it."

"What? No tag backs!" Justin grins as he throws a plastic bottle at him. "I am doing my duty to Gaia in regards to recycling. I figure we can fill up the bottles with fresh water for the guardians. That way they can have something to drink instead of having to dunk their head into a river." He gives a stretch of his body, then roots about on the ground for his shirt. It is rather hot in the office and he is sweating heavily. No air conditioner is set up in here, yet.

"Seein' as =I= tagged =you=, yeah, no tag backs!" Felix replies, batting the bottle away. It bounces a couple times, and he leaves the door open as he walks in and picks it back up. "Man, it's fuckin' hot in here. ...an' that ain't a cue to take off all your clothes." He gives his packmate an exaggerated warning look, even if he DOES seem to be adding rather than removing. "Seems like a decent idea. Folks can refill 'em in the lake or a stream or somethin' in a pinch, too. Could use glass ones too I guess, if we had 'em?"

"Maybe, if I can find glass ones around here that hare not broken or damaged." Justin says as he gives a smirk, then pops the button of his shorts and draws the zipper down dramatically. "I figure they can boil the water and sterilize it before filling the bottles too." Wiping his sweaty brow off, he pants out. "Yeah, it is really hot, but I am not going to complain. I will take the heat over snow and rain any day. You want to help me?"

"Not with that," Felix says, giving the zipper-drawing a smirky glance of his own, and brings the tossed bottle over. "Yeah, I guess I can give you hand with bottle shit. An' I ain't gonna complain too much either. You been out there today? Shorts an' mini-skirts an' li'l tank tops an' shit far's the eye can see. Fuckin' love summer." He grins, and takes a closer look at the set-up. "Whatcha actually want me to do?"

After tugging his shorts off to reveal boxerbriefs, Justin makes a show of whipping them over his head a few times before he drops them. "I am just getting bottles out of the yard and that is really it. Something easy. Also, if you can find some old lunch boxes, we can use those too to pack lunches. Would love to find some thermoses also." At the talk of the ladies of the summer, he gives a wolfish grin. "I have, yeah. I love the summer. Legs for days. Makes me miss Bella all the more. She sent me a few pictures though to tide me over." He grins.

"Mmm," Felix agrees about the season of legs, going dreamily unfocused for a moment, and then grins again, wickedly, as he looks back to Justin, ignoring the further disrobement. "She has, huh? Let's see," he says, setting the bottle down with what look like the probably-unboiled ones.

Smirking at him, Justin pulls out his phone and takes a peek. "I don't know, you going to show me pics of Lilah naked?" He teases his friend as he swipes his finger along the screen a few times.

Felix strolls over toward where he could look, with a 'fft' of reply. "What makes you think there's any such thing?" he asks, "...saw her Sunday, though. Y'know she's talkin' 'bout gettin' her GED an' maybe doin' college an' shit?"

"I know you, you definitely got some spank material on your phone. If I show you Bella's, you should show me hers." Justin says as he hides the phone away with a grin to his best friend. "She is, huh? That is awesome. I hope she does it! I wish I could go to college."

Felix's grin returns, still wicked. "Never claimed I didn't. But there's a LOT of girls out there." He leans against the edge of the table, and dips into his pocket for his phone, giving it a glance. "...naked pics ain't the kinda thing Lilah'd be liable to go an' do on her own," he muses a bit more seriously, "an' I ain't asked her for 'em." The grin regains its previous qualities as he flips through a couple things briefly on the phone and adds, "Some girls don't gotta be asked, though." He glances up. "I reckon she'll do it good. College, I mean. She's a smart cookie."

"I bet if you asked her for them she would send you." Justin says as he gives a lift of his shoulders upwards in a shrug. "So you got pics of other girls on your phone then?" He asks with a raise of his brow upwards.

"Yeah, if I tried for real, she prolly would," Felix says, and the phone gets a much smaller smile -- slightly crooked, softer, and very brief -- as he pauses on something slightly longer than the ones before. "She loves me." The pictures move on and so does the expression; he glances up at the Ahroun again, shrugging. "Sure. You don't?"

"No, why would I have other naked girls on my phone? You are the one who is going out and banging everyone, not me." Justin laughs as he flips through his phone. "I just have pictures of Bella. Sides, I do not use my phone often for much of anything. I only have a few numbers in it."

Felix rolls his eyes. "Not =everyone=. ...just the hot ones. An' 'cause you ain't blind or dead. I mean, you wanna see Lilah, after all. Same thing." A slight pause. "Ain't gonna bitch about this whole situation again today. But I wanna. ...only a few, huh? What numbers? Just pack an' your family an' Bella?"

"I only want to see Lilah in a fair trade situation. If I am going to show you naked pics of my hot mate, then I wanna see pics of your hot mate." Justin says with a grin back to him. "And because I think Lilah is hotter than your average girl out there." He flips the phone over to his packmate to show him the rather risque pics of Bella without clothes on, teasing herself with and without undies on. She may be doing something interesting with a paint brush, and some paint. The curtains definitely match the carpet. "I got your number, Bell's, Lilah's, Nick's and uh.... Thane."

"'course she's hotter'n your average girl out there," Felix says, "She's hotter'n most any of 'em anywhere." He may, possibly, be somewhat biased, but at least he sounds damn sincerely biased. "...Bella," he continues, eyeing the images appreciatively, "is too. Must be somethin' in the water down in Fairhope."

"Must be." Justin says with a grin as he gives himself a quick adjustment in his boxerbriefs. Being aged about five years has filled them out as well. Bonus injury. He flops back down and goes back to cleaning the bottles with a wrinkle of his nose. "I totally want to be with her the rest of my life. She is great."

"She still worried about gettin' stuck cookin' an' cleanin' an' shit if she gets all serious with one of us?" Felix asks, "Though, it maybe don't matter so much unless you're gonna start talkin' to =her= about bein' with her the rest of your life an' all anyhow." He straightens up again and stretches a bit, pulling the soda bottle from where it was wedged in his pocket to open it and take a drink. There's ice floating in it; from the size and shape it's probably from a fast food soda machine, though getting it through the neck can't have been a simple process.

"I do not know. I haven't really talked to her about it. I don't expect her to be a wife or anything, you know? I just figure she is my source of comfort when I need someone in my corner. I love her. Like, stupidly in love with her." Justin lobs another bottle into his large garbage bag full of bottles and other cleaned items. "And she says she loves me too, but I don't know if she says it to make me happy or if she means it."

Felix considers this a moment or two, the space of another sip. "So did you say so first, then?" he asks.

"Yeah, I told her that I loved her first." Justin says as he dumps a few more bottles into the hot water and starts to scrub them with a tooth brush.

This gets another brief consideration. "How'd you know?" Felix asks, leaning up against the edge of the table and currently not being the slightest bit helpful. Perhaps that's next.

"How'd I know that I was in love? I don't know. I just ... I just do? I feel good around her, happy." Justin says as he shrugs his shoulders upwards. "Kinda girl I would give my life up for. I'd want to come home to her."

"Huh." Felix takes another drink, then closes up the bottle and shoves it into his pocket again. "I miss Lilah. 's weird, ain't real used to that." He gives one of the bottles a thoughtful look, and a less thoughtful poke so that it wobbles before he straightens once more, and starts toward the room's door.

"Well I hope you would miss her. You /are/ married to her." Justin points out to him. "Otherwise, why get married if you weren't in love, right?" He asks as he turns his head to watch him go. "You taking off?"

"...'cause there's a big ol' Denny's with a weddin' chapel in it in Vegas," Felix answers, turning at the door to look to Justin again. "You can get =married= at =Denny's=. In Vegas. By =Elvis=." That look gives the impression he expects this to make sense to the other Gnawer on its own; it's clearly an afterthought that he adds with a shrug, "An' we were pretty fuckin' drunk." He taps his fingers on the doorframe before a little smile like the one his phone got earlier emerges. "Ain't sorry. ...an' nah, I just figured if I don't get to grabbin' you s'more bottles an' lunchboxes an' shit to boil you're gonna run out."

Pushing himself up, Justin plods after him in only his briefs and a pair of sneakers on. "So, you two were drunk and got married in a Denny's chapel by Elvis before you were even in love with her? So ... you kinda .. what? Strung her along the entire time because you knew that she loved you?" His eyes squint some as he starts to process the information and gears are turning. "I don't want to sound harsh or dickish or anything but it seems like you've kept her around because you knew that you could. Is that why you go out and bang other girls, because you don't /love/ her and you aren't ready to be tied down yet and you don't want to hurt her feelings or something?"

The moon is small, but there's a flash in the Galliard's eyes that suggests this is probably a good thing, nonetheless. "No," he says, "That ain't what happened. An' she didn't--" He breaks off, fingers tapping the doorframe again. "...if she loved me then, I didn't know 'bout it, anyhow. Kept her around 'cause I =like= her. I like her more'n anyone. Like bein' with her. She makes me happy. An' she knows that." His jaw tightens, then relaxes a bit again. "She knows who I am. An' she don't try an' make me pretend to be someone else. She loves me. Like, actual me. Not somethin' I could be or should be or she can imagine me bein'. Real, actual... me." He can't quite help it; there's a very faint note of something a lot like wonder, there. "An' I'd kill for her, or I guess die if I had to. She's =mine=." Another tap on the door frame, and quite softly, almost to himself, "I reckon maybe I do love her."

"Then if you love her, keep your fucking pants on and man up. A woman should be worshipped and loved as if she was a valuable treasure. I would be devastated if Bella ended up going around and banging other guys without me knowing. I would lose my shit and I am sure I would end up killing someone in the process, friend or foe." Justin says as he nudges past him and steps out into the hot sun, giving a beer can a hard soccer kick that sends it soaring. "But, I was raised Catholic and I guess I can't shake some of my spirituality. My mom never dated or got remarried after dad died. That is real love right there and I want the same in my life. I want to love someone and to be loved by someone so much that it is life changing. I don't judge you or anything. You know? You do you. You are my best friend in the whole world, but I do feel bad for Lilah at times because I know she would use her last breath on you. That's all. You two are both my friends. Really all the family I have besides my mom and grandma. This pack and them. I see Lilah as a part of my pack, just as I do Bella and Andrea. I just do not want to see anyone hurt."

Felix tilts his head, studying Justin expressionlessly for a moment. "She knows who I am," he says again, still quiet, though this time not to himself. "...an' I ain't hidin' nothin' from her." Tap. "She knows if she asked, I'd try real hard. Again. But. She ain't asked. You're gonna say she shouldn't oughta have to, I reckon. ...It is what it is." He pushes off the doorframe, glancing around. "You got a bathroom here somewhere?"

Wrinkling his nose, Justin lets out a heavy breath and motions to the office. "Yeah, it is the only other room in the office."

Felix glances back into the hot room, currently hotter than the outdoors, and his nose wrinkles slightly as well. "A'right. Back in a sec," he says, and heads back in, disappearing into the indicated room.

You text to Lilah: hay
You text to Lilah: i <3 u
You receive a text from Lilah: i <3 u 2
You text to Lilah: :)
You receive a text from Lilah: miss u
You text to Lilah: mis u 2
You receive a text from Lilah: u ok?
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You text to Lilah: u?
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You text to Lilah: <kiss emoji>
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You receive a text from Lilah: yes plz <heart emoji> <heart emoji>
You text to Lilah: k :)

As he waits outside, Justin looks to be collecting more bottles from a heap of trash. He even has a small red wagon with bent wheels that he is using to gather.

Felix is, in fact, gone somewhere between two and three minutes before he emerges again, wiping his wet hands on his thighs. He heads over to the piles and starts climbing one, poking around for the desired items.

"You okay?" Justin asks as he lobs another bottle into the wagon via a skyhook shot.

"I'm good," Felix replies, and does actually look and sound his usual self, if perhaps not quite as cheerful as he was when he first arrived, "You?" He takes a quick glance around, adding, "Ran into Val this mornin'. She's been into the tower top floor."

"I'm good." Justin repeats as he gives a stretch of his body, then squints. "She has, huh? That is news to me. What'd she find up there?"

Felix picks up something that turns out to be a dented '70s-era metal 'Pigs In Space' lunch box, and looks it over before whistling for Justin's visual attention, and tosing the box down to him once he gets it. "She said it's pretty much one big ol' fancy office, but all the furniture's gone an' they've made it some kinda fucked up ritual space. Got a buncha dead, dessicated corpses there, an' in the middle, a guy who ain't dead but maybe wishes he was, 'cause he's got some kinda big-ass pimple-lookin' thing growin' outta his back. She reckon's they're usin' him to grow somethin', though she don't know what."

"Maybe that is how they grow those creatures. They plant a seed in the body of those people like the body snatchers, and then they grow and pop like a bit fomori zit." Justin catches the box and inspects it, then dumps it into the wagon. "That would be pretty fucking gross and would explain why they are kidnapping people around the city, remember? They are using them as hosts."

Felix nosewrinkles considerably more than he did before, and nods. "Yeah, could be," he agrees, "I mean, ain't none of know for sure how they ARE made, makes as much sense as anythin'. Could be turnin' 'em into 'em, could be--" He pauses, turning a bottle in his hands without really looking at it. "I saw this nature show, once. Some kinda bug. It laid its eggs in some other bug, an' when they hatched they ate it to death, inside out, growin'. Yeah, could be wraiths do that too. Could be why there's lotsa dried up corpses there too."

"Yeah, I know what bug you're talking about. Those are creepy as fuck." Justin says with a loud grunt. "Nothing I definitely want to see in action. Can Val teleport us up there? I figure maybe she can bring a pack of us bad asses and we can fuck shit up. Set the floors on fire?"

"Creepy an' a half," Felix agrees, shaking his head, and looks down to the Ahroun with a blink. "Can she teleport people? That'd be a kickass ability. I dunno, maybe we can ask next time we catch her. I'd be down with settin' shit alight." A shock to no one, surely. "The thing that kinda surprised me, she didn't see the Queen. So... where is she? A floor down? Or what? ...she did see some chick gettin' dragged by wraiths, sayin' she didn't do nothin'. They were sayin' she was talkin' to Seattle. Also said the Spirals that gave us the Mage, they're Seattle ones."

Nodding his head, Justin shifts his jaw as he thinks. "Well, I mean .. that's a good thing and a bad thing. Though I'm surprised some spiral wouldn't just go full fuzzy and go out in glory you know? If they are killing people they are suspecting of betrayal, why not just light it up while you can?"

"It's kinda a funny thing, too, 'cause after Thane said he ended up tellin' 'em about Blue, an' mentioned she was kinda paranoid about the Seattle assholes, I was sayin' be cool if we could get her thinkin' Blue an' all were infiltratin' sabotagers from Seattle, get her even more paranoid 'bout the folks in her own home. An' turns out they ARE. Heh." Felix tosses the bottle down toward the wagon; it hits but bounces back out, landing near Justin's foot. "I'm wonderin' if maybe they reckon it's better keepin' her paranoid," he says, slowly, as he considers the question. "Le'ssay that chick really IS innocent; Queen's losin' herself someone who was actually loyal, then, yeah? An' the others who are, maybe they're lookin' an' goin', shit, that could be me. Maybe I oughta be lookin' at my other options. Meanwhile any real Spiral spys... heh, Spy-rals... anyway, any of them still there, they can still do sneaky shit an' bust out the blaze of glory if an' when they DO get caught."

Justin nods his head and thinks for a moment. "Well, because of Thane, the Queen knows there is traitors in her midst. I'm fine with her being paranoid if it means less stuff for her to throw at us. But, if we got an entrance into the tower and Val can get us in, I think we should take advantage. Rumor is they can sidestep so the shit part is if they go umbral, we could follow but they got all those super banes near by. We would have to find a way to draw those fuckers away first before we strike so we have an exit strategy or give chase if necessary."

Felix nods back. "If you ask me, havin' someone you wanna fuck up paranoid can be useful. If he ain't got any back-up, okay, maybe better if he's clueless, but if he's got friends, way better for you if he ain't trustin' 'em no more. An' yeah, I heard 'bout them bein' able to get to the other side too. Which is fucked, invisible AN' umbral? Shit." He shakes his head, disgusted, and leans to poke through some more of the pile. "Bane bait. ...I dunno."

"We'd be perfect bane bait. Us dumb coyotes." Justin laughs as he gives his friend the side eye. "It was our original pack purpose you know that? We were going to be umbral scouts who would find lost shit and people and bring them back. But then Charlene's Otter pack was like yoooo we're doing that toooo so we just became 'dumb kids' instead."

"I know it was, but I kinda thought it was more 'cause overall we ain't really all that great at umbral shit," Felix replies, giving Justin a grin, "...that an' we ain't exactly drownin' in people an' shit lost in the umbra an' needin' findin'. Not that I'm against doin' it, or it woulda been dumb to agree an' join. But." He climbs partway down the pile, pulling at a bright orange bit of plastic that turns out to be not a lunchbox but instead a cracked tupperware; he puts it back down. "We could prolly lead a bane a merry chase. What do we actually know 'bout these particular banes, anyhow?"

"We know they are like banes on steroids. Probably the nastiest kind. Watcher has that calling the wyrm gift. So he can use it and pull Wyrm creatures towards him. So .. we could use it .. then run as fast as we fucking can." Justin finds an interesting treasure in the pile, that of a broken frame with a picture of a happy family in it. He stares down at it for a few moments, then starts to look around the same pile for anything else that may be related.

"...we do all run pretty quick," Felix grants, thoughtfully. He looks as though he might be starting to think about this idea a little harder, but the change in Justin's movements distracts him. "What'd you find?"

"Just a family picture, and not one of those stock ones. No one throws something like this out unless something happened." Justin says as he motions to the frame. "They look like a nice, happy family. Wonder what the story is behind them." He digs out a couple pieces of broken junk.

"...huh," Felix says, and climbs the rest of the way down, sliding the last few feet on some kind of tray, which is a bit wobbly but apparently fun, to judge from the grin it gets. He steps over to help paw around a bit, then. "Somehow that reminds me, you got innertubes around here anywhere? We should go tubin', while it's hot." A glance to see what kind of junk Justin's found so far, and then he's back to searching again.

"Tubes? No. I don't have any. What would we do? Slide down junk piles?" Justin laughs as he gives his shoulder a bump. "We could buy a slip and slide though and use it on the bawn maybe. We'll cover it in KY." He jokes, then shrugs as he rises upwards. "I found nothing interesting. Maybe it got thrown out by accident. I wish I had a working shower out here though. It reeks and I'm dirty."

"Dude. You ain't never been tubin'?" Felix asks, stopping to look at Justin again, and shakes his head, grinning. "Nah, we'd ride 'em in the river, or at least the lake. Rivers're more fun, find the rapids an' ride 'em fast, but floatin' a lake ain't bad neither, you can shove a cooler in onea the tubes an' keep your beer cold while y'go. Though I ain't sayin' we couldn't have fun with a slip an' slide also." He gives the pile another poke, then stretches. "There's always the Y," he says, sympathetically, "but seein' as I'm here, could take you to the one at the motel, if you want. Farther to go, from here, though."

"We can go to the motel." Justin says as as he pushes his wagon into the office, then closes it. After giving it a quick locking, he blinks, stares down at himself, then unlocks the door to retrieve his shorts.

Pack> Justin gives an amused grin through the pack link.

Felix does not, it may be noted, mention Justin's state of attire. Nope. No visible reaction until the Ahroun notices it himself, and reacts. THEN the Galliard lets himself crack up, leaning against the wall while he waits for the re-clothing to be done. He takes the opportunity for another drink; trash-picking is thirsty work.

Pack> Felix laughs in the link, as well; it sounds as though it had been being repressed.

After re-dressing in his shorts and remaining shirtless, Justin heads back out, relocks the door, then grins. "Don't act like you weren't checking me out." He says as he starts to saunter for the gates. "Whatcha wanna do for dinner tonight?"

"Ain't never been that desperate, ain't never gonna be," Felix retorts, grinning back. "C'mon." He strolls toward where he's parked the Caddy, her top down as the good lord intended. "Far's dinner -- well, if we're gonna be out that way anyhow, might as well hit the diner. Good food. Some of the waitresses ain't exactly hard on the eyes, neither."

Smirking, Justin gives a nod of his head. "Cool, we can do the diner. That sounds good to me. Hope they don't mind me without a shirt on." He says as he gives a flex of his chest. "At least the girls won't I'm sure."

"No shirt, no shoes, no service," Felix says, "Says so right on the door. Anyway, you're showerin' first, 'cause I don't want 'em avoidin' us. So I s'pose I can lend you a shirt, if I gotta." He doesn't looks as put out about it as he sounds. It's not a short drive, sadly, down I-90, past Kent Crossing, at least 45 minutes even as Felix drives. As usual, he has the music on loud as they go, frequently singing along, and has a smoke while he's at it as well.

"Pfff. I am sure my big bad scary self can still score a meal without a shirt on." Justin says as he slips into the car and thumps his arm along the outer rim of the car as he leans back and sings along with the music as they go. He is so off key it is scary, but he doesn't seem to care.

"I =know= I can, but I don't try an' do it in the diner at dinner time," Felix says, with just a flicker of that wicked look. Justin's singing gets a few winces, and at one particularly egregious moment a pointed finger and a stern "No," but for the most part the Galliard doesn't seem to mind too much. When they arrive, he swings the Caddy into an empty spot near the motel, parks her, and hops out, taking a glance around as he heads toward the door.

"Yes, I shall sing the song of my people!" Justin howls out loudly with a wide grin upon his face. "I loooove rock and roll! Put another quarter in the jukebox baaaby!" Once they land in the parking lot, he climbs out and follows after him with a grin. "Don't deny my awesome voice."

Felix snorts. "You're havin' that issue with '-some' an' '-ful' again," he remarks, digging into his pocket as they head inside and down the hall. Someone opens a door to peer at them, then shuts it again swiftly. Other rooms leak sound despite staying closed -- music and muffled speech and laughter from one, probably-sex from another, TV news more softly from a third. Felix finds his key and opens one of the silent rooms. There are two beds, both somewhat lazily made, a small desk, and a dresser with a TV on it. Everything's rather old and cheap.

"Yeah, this is a place to get raped at." Justin says as he steps out of his shows and strips out of his shorts. He flops his clothing on one of the beds, hardly caring that he is naked as he heads down the hallway to the bathroom with a smirk upon his face.

"Far's I can tell everyone's been consentin'," Felix says, flopping onto one of the beds for the moment and stretching out. Like the rest of the motel, the bathroom is nothing to write home about unless you're into mildly depressing letters; it could use some more enthusiastic cleaning than it's gotten and some cosmetic repair here and there, but all the plumbing works. It at least reaches general Gnawer standards; certainly Felix seems fine with the place.

After taking a quick shower and scrubbing himself with soap and shampoo, Justin saunters back out with a towel being ran over his head a few times. "This is my kinda joint. Has just enough curb appeal to make most people drive on by." He flops on to the bed next to Felix and sprawls out with his arms tucked under his head. "Wonder what the rest of the guys are doing."

Felix has turned on the TV, flipping through the channels with the remote which is probably the dirtiest thing in the room (the telephone might be close), but not found anything particularly engrossing. He's squinting at something that's either scrambled or just not coming in well when Justin emerges, and just turns it off once he's got someone to talk to. "It ain't bad. Mostly got truckers who wanna get outta their trucks a night, 'casional random traveller, couple girls got one room down the hall they take clients to. Reckon the folks down the end're dealin', but they ain't loud about it." He shrugs a little. "Reckon they're prolly patrollin', or else mutterin' about not killin' shit yet. Same as we'd be, an' prolly will be later."

At some point, Justin will throw his clothes back on. "You want me to fix the TV for you or something?" He asks as he rolls to his side to face his packmate with a grin. "Maybe help you steal the porn channel?" Stretching himself out, he concentrates on the pack link. "Watcher is with the pups and Tracer is being grumpy as usual. Dude is like forty trapped in a teen's body."

Felix laughs. "Yeah, why not?" he says, "Mostly it works, but sometimes..." A shrug, and a grin, "An' why not see if we can get the porn? Options." The room's actually fairly comfortable in temperature, at the moment, nice after the junkyard's office and the beating sun today. He gives the link a bit of focus as well, and snorts softly, "So basically, what I said, 'least on T's part. An' nahhhh, he ain't old-like. Ain't always even that grumpy, just depends. Reckon he'd be cheerier if we could rip somethin's head off, but tell me we wouldn't be too."

"Nah. Not me. I'm a warrior and all that shit but I'm still not really fond of pain, or having my guts ripped out, or having monsters age me even if it did give me a bonus in the bedsheets." Rolling out of the bed, the naked ahroun plods over to the TV and takes a look at it, then begins to work on the antennae as he shifts the TV and wiggles here and there.

"Don't figure near anyone likes =that= shit, but c'mon, man, who're you kiddin'? You been talkin' 'bout wantin' to catch one of 'em unexpectin' as much as any of us," Felix says, casual, and rolls up to the side of the bed, then stands. "Pain ain't great, but gettin' rid of one or more of 'em, that's always pretty sweet." He starts taking off his own shirts, now.

"Well, yeah, I wanna get rid of them, and if I can do it in a trap or from afar even the better, but I ain't ever want one of those things to latch on me again. The pain I felt was something I don't want to feel again. To be in so much pain that your body quits on you and you can't breathe. I was terrified." Justin gives the side of the TV a few smacks, then goes about tightening the coaxial cable after disconnecting it and straightening out the pin inside.

Felix gives his packmate what seems like a sympathetic look; if nothing else he clearly remembers the pack link at the time and the state Justin was in afterward. "Can't say as I got any desire to feel that or suddenly get older neither, 'specially if we didn't get the asshole off me damn quick," he agrees, "but killin' one, or a dancer? Got no complaint with =that=." He continues disrobing while he talks, then heads toward the bathroom himself.

Justin glances over at him and smirks as he gets naked as well. With a playful whistle in his direction, he turns the TV on and ta-da, clear picture. "Nice. At least we got channels now." He reaches behind himself and gives his ass a scratch with his fingers, then heads back to the bed to flop back into it and stretches out.

Felix rolls his eyes, flipping his packmate off, but there's no real anger behind the gesture. "Hey, nice!" he says, pausing to glance at the much-improved television, then continuing through the door and closing it behind him. There's the sound of the shower, then; it's not a long one, though there's a good minute after it ends before he comes out again, in one of the remaining towels. His hair seems already to have been dealt with, still a bit damp but fully behaving. "Anythin' good on now it's workin' right?"

"Jerry Springer is on." Justin says as he gives another pop of his chest as he flexes, then turns his head lazily over to him with a grin. "Too bad the ladies aren't here to take advantage of us in our naked state." There is a chuckle in his throat. "I'd love Bella to come over and make use of the bed with her."

"What's the topic?" Felix asks, wandering back over and picking up his t-shirt. It gets a critical look and a sniff before he apparently deems it acceptable and starts dressing again. "...an' yeah, sure as hell is too bad. Lilah's been here twice, but that ain't nearly enough. Almost tried to get her to stay, last time. But I'd end up here insteada the bawn too much..."

"Uhh.. this fat guy left his wife because he loved spam more than her. So now they got a huge tub of spam and he is rolling around in it." Justin says with a laugh as he watches for a few moments. "Some people are so fucking weird. I get the want to be on TV but I am sure they got family who is watching this and wanting to change their last name."

Felix snickers, looking to the screen. "Is he hawaiian? I heard they're real into spam over there," he says. "But yeah, that's fuckin' weird as shit. Sure as hell ain't goin' to lunch at that guy's place."

"Nah, just a fat bald white guy." Justin wrinkles his nose at the sight of the man writhing in spam and his angry wife screaming at him dramatically. The crowd is cheering and booing at the same time. "Maybe we should call the girls and have them come over."

"Don't reckon Lilah'd love not havin' us some privacy," Felix says, though he both looks and sounds quite tempted nonetheless. He glances toward the curtained window, "Said I'd call her 'round sunset, more or less, though..."

Justin gives an amused smirk. "Bella wouldn't mind. She's a bit of an exhibitionist. 'Sides, I think it'd be fun and we do have two beds." he rumbles out a deep growl in his throat as his interest peaks.

"Lilah ain't," Felix says. Not that he claims that necessarily goes for him as well, or doesn't still look a bit thoughtful as he continues to dress. "C'mon, get dressed. We got dinner to get."

"So? Like that'd stop you." Justin rolls out of bed after rolling off the bed, then tugs his shorts back on and his sneakers. He sneaks a shirt out of the closet and pulls it on. "Sides, with the lights off it'd be kinda hot to just have the noises in the room going on." He grins wider.

Felix laughs at the suggestion of darkness. "Well, that's a thought," he grants, "Might could work. Worst case I reckon we could always take turns." A pause, and a smirk, as he clarifies, "With the =room=." He makes sure the appropriate things are in his pockets where they ought to be, and steps over to turn the TV off again. "Want some time to talk to her alone anyhow."

Smirking, Justin shrugs his shoulders upwards. "Bella won't mind." About what? Taking terms. He doesn't dig into that topic. "Whatcha gonna talk to her about?"

"Won't mind which?" Felix asks, heading for the door. "An' just general talkin'. We do that sometimes, y'know," he teases. "...a'right, maybe usually not first. But still."