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Quint nodded. “No worries…got three dogs at home and one of em is protective.” He smirked. “Aint no one catching me off guard.” He chuckled. “Uh…well I can cater?” He offered shyly. “I know that aint very helpful but sometimes, uh….food makes people feel better ya know?”

   “So you have kids, that’s cute.” The wolf owning animals, he always found the concept weird but cute. Especially considering he owns cat, though as much as he wanted kids or a family he has yet to experience that fully yet. “I’m sure you could take care of yourself, I mean, it looks like you can.” It’s not like he didn’t examine him, he had a large chest area, Orion noticed. “You are a cook?” That made one of them. 

Quint chuckled, smiling at the other. “Aint gonna disagree with that.” The man nodded softly, brow furrowing. “Is there…uh….Anything I can do to help?” Quint asked, always one to want to help and offer support. Especially for their leader of the new pack he found himself in.

“Right now just stay alert, it might have been an omega but that won’t rule out possible attacks on beta’s or alpha’s within the pack. For all I know it wasn’t even because of Terra but just a random attack.” He couldn’t say much, offering up a smile. “I’m not sure if there is anything you can do, anything you specialize in?” Maybe throw the pack a little meeting, something more warm and comforting and that includes good food. 

Quint nodded. “I think this place has had enough man on man violence for now.” he replied with a soft smile. “Was here to work out but, uh….saw ya and wanted to make sure everythin was ok.” Quint sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I also havent gotten a chance to formally meet ya.”

    “What we need is more man on man love right..” He joked if anything trying to get the tension down. Eyes lowering as he rubbed the towel around on his hand and wrist. “I’m fine, as fine as I can be with what has happened. I wished we were meeting on better terms.” Quint had a nice scent, strong, even in a place like a gym. “If you ever need me, help, a place to crash my house is more than big enough just for the pack to stay over. Any questions or concerns never be afraid to bring them up.” 

Quint flinched slightly when the other destroyed the sand bag, blinking worriedly at the other. He could se ethe other’s hand hurt, the man moving to go get some ice and wrap it up in a clean hand towel. “Its fine….I get why ya, uh, gotta punch it out.” He replied, offering the other the wrapped ice.

   “Better this than someone..” He muttered, the ice on his hand had him hissing out again, nose scrunching up. It was putting the pulsing at ease. “Are you here to work out or was it for me? I really do apologize, I- I’m not normally so aggressive.” He offered up a small smile, eyes roaming over the male. “Thanks-”

It really wouldn’t have taken much to convince Joseph to call out of work, especially since it was Orion in his bed; and just Orion asking in general. Leaning against the wardrobe he had taken his clothes out of, he took a moment to pretend he was thinking things over before offering a shrug. “You’re already here. What kind of host would I be if I made you leave just like that.” Grabbing his phone out of his jeans pocket, Joseph made a quick call to his boss and told him he wouldn’t be coming in tonight. He didn’t even need to give an excuse. Once that was taken care of, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and pulled the shirt back off; throwing it into the bottom of his wardrobe before he turned back to face Orion. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.” He teased as he moved back to stand at the foot of the bed. “Do you want to take this to the front room to watch some TV and just have a lazy day or,” Joseph teased as he dropped forward to kneel on the edge of his bed, leaning forward to place his hands on either side of Orion’s legs; hovering over him with a smirk. “since we’re already here, we could stay. right. here.”

   Orion found himself smirking, eyes locked on the male as he seemed to be pondering his thoughts. When Joseph grabbed his phone and made the call he perked up a little. Listening as he told him he wouldn’t be in, which had the omega happy. “Now that’s something I don’t mind one bit, good company is always nice.” With the male's shirt back off, eyes were traveling down his form, tongue dashing across his lips. Some people might not like the Terra pack but they had to admit, they were all very attractive. Options, he liked options, even if it was going to be very easy to pick. Both, he felt both might be nice. “Well, I say we stay right here for a bit more fun and after maybe jump in the shower and continue this lazy day on the couch.” 

Quint wanted to let off some steam, going into the gym. He had his home finally all settled, so now it was about trying to get to know his pack. Quint was pulling off his sweater when he heard the aggressive punching, the Beta looking over to see his pack’s leader throwing punches into the sand bag with a dangerous force. Quint blinked, brow furrowed. Quint moved over towards the other, offering him a kind smile. “Maybe ya should give that bag a lil breather.” He teased softly, “With how hard ya are punchin ya might split the bag.”

  This probably wasn’t the best timing, it didn’t make him look good and he just seemed crude, anger, and force which was opposite of him most times. With Quint's arrival his words rang somewhat true, the more he hit it the more it built up. The way his fists tingled, sharp pains pushing their way up his arms. With one last punch, he broke the chains, causing it to fly and bouncing along the ground. The hiss that escaped shown that last punch injured his hand, eyes moving to the beta. “I’ll pay for that..” He assured, breathing heavy as eyes moved between the male and the punching bag. “I apologize, you caught me at a bad time.” 

“I’d love to stay, really.” Joseph said with a smirk as he pulled his shirt back on. After using a towel to clean himself off with, which he threw into the corner of his room, he pulled on his jeans– without bothering to find a pair of boxers– and turned to face the wolf in his bed; Joseph’s shirt hanging unbuttoned and opened as he talked to them. “But I have this thing called a job, I can’t just not show up. I could call out, though– but I thought you said you had something going on today too…”

   Normally he didn’t do this kind of thing, his off days normally became his on days and he overworked himself. Yet for one he didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to leave the warmth of the bed. “I do, I did..” It wasn’t something more like doing the same thing he has been doing which has gotten him nowhere. Dead ends, paperwork and more dead ends. “Maybe I’m just dreading going back to an empty house. Although if you wanted to call out, I wouldn’t be complaining.” 

Connor inhaled deeply before he let out a low hiss. He wasn’t going to let the Omega play mind games on him like this. He kept his eyes on the Omega, not letting the scent or the man’s body distract him, “My pack has plenty of honor. We protect our pack members, and appreciate our Omega’s.” Connor snarled slightly, “You think you can insult me and then invite me to your bedroom? That work with the Alpha’s in your pack? It won’t work with me.”

    It was a little fun messing with them, watching them, seeing what worked and what didn’t that he could use for the future against the Ignis pack. “Right, your beliefs keep them locked away, but you protect them so well when all they do is lay down for you and show some stomach.” The omega only laughed as he finished undressing, clothing balled up against his chest. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, I never said my bedroom, my shower is far different and I wouldn’t want you sticking up my bed.” The omega simply looked between the door and the male. “I showed you the door a while ago, and yet here you still stand. You could have left, but yet again I repeat myself here you stand.” 

The worst part about the bitterness of Orion’s words wasn’t the fact he said them; it was the fact that, at some point in time, Harris had thought them himself. He felt comfortable in the traditional views that Ignis had, and he was able to breath because they were no where near as controlling as his old pack back home, but even then; every now and again he found himself sharing Orion’s bitterness, especially when someone in his own pack– when someone that knew what he was capable off– treated him like a prized porcelain doll that was meant to only sit out on display on some shelf because he was an Omega. So when Orion threw that bitterness at him as he walked past him to go into the other’s home, Harris didn’t argue it; he didn’t even try to defend them by throwing a weak it’s not always this bad back at his friend. Harris simply nodded his head and listened to whatever it was Orion wanted to say about Ignis; whatever it was he wanted to get off his chest. 

“They might not like it,” Harris added on, agreeing with the concern Orion had for him being here– and for possibly even starting to smell more like the other, “but they’ve put up with the fact I want to hang around you; and they haven’t told me, out right, that I can’t be your friend. Plus, you smell good.” Right now they would have dragged him back to his apartment, fueled purely by the unwarranted fear that someone from the Terra pack could take advantage of his relationship with Orion and wind up using Harris– or hurting him– in some sort of revenge plot… but on a normal day his pack didn’t seem to mind, too much, that he was friends with the Terra pack leader. “I’m not worried about getting hurt, I’m with you. I’ll be fine.” He mumbled in reply with another shrug of his shoulders. Walking over to stand closer to Orion, Harris let his shoulder’s slump as he let out a bit of a concerned sigh. “I don’t know what it’s like to carry the amount of weight you have on your shoulders right now Orion, but I do know that you can’t take care of other’s if you aren’t taking care of yourself. You need to rest, and you need to eat actual food. You can’t run yourself into the ground.” Rocking back on his heels, Harris puffed out his cheeks while he thought for a minute before pushing his breath back out as a sigh before speaking again. “Okay, so here are your options. You can either go sit on your couch and find something mindless, but entertaining, on Netflix and I’ll clean up a little before seeing what I can make for you– or, you can still go sit down and all that, but instead of me making dinner you tell me what you want and I’ll order it from North Star… because they just started doing deliveries, and they have some of the best food in town. It’ll be my treat.”

   Scent was something he never took for granted, it gave a lot away. It was something that could scare you, question who you are hanging around. It could turn you on in ways that drove you up a wall, just as it could easily relax someone and make them feel at ease with themselves. So hearing how Harris enjoyed his scent did make him smile, just a little bit. He still had his concerns, and part of him wanted to send Harris back smelling only of himself but he also didn’t want to get the boy in any kind of trouble. “Clearly I can’t protect everyone, maybe you should be worried.” Orion just watched the boy, it seemed he had no plans on leaving. He could stand there and fight with him, but that would do him no good. It felt more like he were being scolded at the moment, it was new and had him a little amused. 

   “Harris- I... “ He started but stopped when the boy proceeded to speak about his options. A hand coming up to run over his face, head shaking. He couldn’t believe he was just given options. “None of those options had me showering so you apparently do enjoy my scent.” He mumbled as he thought about those options. “Well, I’m kind of forced to take that second option since you won’t find anything to make.” Shutting the door, Orion just sighed, this guy was annoying sometimes but he loved it. “You order and surprise me, I can eat just about anything. You seem to know the food well if you say it’s some of the best in town.” 

As soon as the door was pulled open, the soft smile was knocked from Harris’s lips as his hazel eyes settled on Orion. Oddly enough, the first thing he noticed wasn’t the tension between them. No; it was the darkened edges around the other’s eyes; it was the way his scent pushed past the usual sweetness to linger with something heavier, and dirtier; it was the way Orion stood, his posture loose and weighed down with exhaustion. Harris noticed all of that before he felt the chill of his friends words. “You look like hell Orion,” he mumbled, his words filled with concern as he took a step forward only to freeze in place when he heard what Orion said next.

Why now? What brought this on, why don’t you go spend time with your pack leader? As hurt as he might have been by Orion trying to turn him away, Harris honestly couldn’t blame him. He might not care about the rivalry between Ignis and Terra– he might not think it matters because he doesn’t view the Terra wolves the same as the rest of his pack does– but that doesn’t mean that rivalries tension isn’t there; especially now, in the wake of the attack on a Terra Omega. So he understood why Orion might think he shouldn’t be there– and, honestly, he probably should have been with Cason instead; or Connor; or Victor since they were the chain of command for Ignis… but Harris chose to come to Orion instead. “They– they want me to stay inside.” He admitted with a loose shrug. Taking a step back, his eyes began to falter; unsure of if he could look at Orion, or if it would be better to just stare at the floor as he spoke. “but I that didn’t make me feel safe, it just made me feel like I was suffocating; or like I was being punished because I did something wrong. I just wanted to do normal things, like hang out with my friends and watch stupid movies because it’s Halloween… and then that made me think of you.” Swallowing his nerves, and the uncomfortable tension between them, that sheepish smile began to form on his lips again as his hazel eyes lifted to Orion. “When’s– when’s the last time you ate, Orion? Or slept for that matter…”

   He wasn’t so much as concerned with his looks, but to meet his looks he also felt like hell. He lost a member of his pack and he couldn’t do a thing about it. Had no idea where to even start, part of him wanted to mourn, part of him wanted to forget and another part wanted revenge. “No surprise, after all the views they have for omegas they are weak after all, keep them locked away and safe.” His tone bitter, cold as he spoke about the Ignis pack. His hate was showing, normally he played it off as snark, snide comments every so often but his words far bolder. “How could anyone feel safe after this-” Orion sighed out, hand coming up to rub over his face as he stepped aside so Harris could come in. It was a bad idea, but it was Harris? He could, maybe, just a fragment trust him. 

   He did tell the guy he could always come to him, he just didn’t expect this. “My doors always open for you just, be careful. Your pack might not be too happy, and if you start smelling more of me than them it might not be good for you. I don’t want to see other’s getting hurt.” A little laugh escaped him at the boy's question, he had to think which didn’t help his case. “Are we talking eight hours or five minutes because five minutes not too long ago as far as food goes. I can’t cook and go and getting something is time spent when I could be focusing on hat happened.” A bagel, maybe a cookie, some junk he may have had in his cabinets. Nothing that really met his hunger. 

Shifting his weight between his right and left foot, Harris swayed a bit as he stood in front of Orion’s door. In retrospect, he should have probably called the man first… but Harris had never really been the type to think things through before acting. Plus, Orion was his friend. he was one of the first people to be kind to Harris after he moved here to Vilkas; and even after Harris caved at the last second and joined the Ignis pack instead of Orion’s. Look, long story short– Harris didn’t even consider calling ahead before showing up because Orion was his friend; and right now, with the way the attack had everyone on edge, he wanted to spend time with someone that he not only trusted… but someone that he felt safe around.

“I know you’re in there Orion, I can smell you through the door.” He teased as a soft smile pulled at his lips as he lifted his hand to knock again. “Come on man, it’s just me… Harris? I was– I don’t know– I was thinking, if you weren’t busy, that we could get some lunch delivered and maybe even watch cheesy horror movies on Netflix too and just chill?” @omegxleader

   He was doing his best to avoid if not ignore most of those within Ignis. Orion didn’t trust himself, he was tired, overworked, angry and if anything to run on his emotions often got the better of him. A few remained in Ignis that he thought he could trust, thought he could talk with but with the attack, he wasn’t so sure. After all, they made their choices, to be part of something great or to try and smash that. With Harris at his door, he was hesitant to even answer it, to give him the time of day, after all, he was in the end just an Ignis pack member. With the door swinging open and his strong scent being released from the house he looked the male over. He looked good, healthy, maybe he was doing good for himself. “Now is... Not the best time for us to be spending time together. I- I’m always busy now it seems.” It’s been a few days since he showered, had a proper meal, and you could tell the way his eyes darkened around the edges he was pushing himself. 

   “Why now? What brought this on, why don’t you go spend time with your pack leader?”It made more sense, he picked Ignis, so he should feel safe around them. Unless Harris didn’t, and Orion would have to question that.