#romeoverga

"Is it too loud for you too?" She asks as she keeps her gaze fixed on the darkness, trying to count the stars above in hopes of keeping the growing headache at bay. Civilization is still too much at long doses, after years of death and despair, and her senses are far too used to that silence and emptiness to manage through the sounds and the smell for to long without breaking a glass or seventeen. "Or is it the smell?" She wonders before sighing. "Or is that just me."

"I think I'll have to stop by more often. I've forgotten how thrilling bloodsport could be," Octavian says absentmindedly, watching the Waffle House brawl with the bulk of his attention. He didn't want to be too much of a familiar face around Lupercal, but fights between lycans were an attraction he couldn't turn his eye from. He had his own reasons for scoping out their brutality, though he knew true societal observations came best from locals. "Is there something special about the Waffle House that makes your packmates throw chairs, or is that just a consequence of too many lycans under one roof? I think every time I've walked past this restaurant I've witnessed at least one punch thrown."