6/29/2004
05:43 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Lucas
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room  Back Door  

There's the smell of cooking food, though most of it is just the humid scent of boiling water. On the kitchen stove are two big pots. One has hot dogs in it, the other macaroni. There's two packages of powered cheese sauce on the counter, along with a tub of butter, the milk jug, the bottle of ketchup, and a package of hot dog buns. Who could be this hungry, you ask? Lucas. He's prowling the kitchen with a wooden spoon in hand, checking up on his all-american dinner here and there.

Kenneth is lured in by the scent of food. Damn, that smells really good, powdered cheese and all. Clunking in and almost instinctively ducking his head in case the ceiling is just too low, he has a peek around to see who and what's cooking. "Yo," comes the Slord cub's gruff, glabro tone. Cleaned and bandaged up, he specifically wears an oversized black tank and bigger than average jeans. "Smells good in here."

Lucas is also in glabro, and it makes for an unusual sight for a neanderthal to be cooking up mac and cheese. Now if he only had a chef's hat. The white of it would match the bandage patch still taped to the side of his neck. His face is looking much improved, but still would make normal people squirm. "Nothin' special. I made enough, grab a plate." The full moon cub says with a grin, turning off the fire and plucking up the macaroni pot to drain it out in the cauldron already in the sink.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (81% full).

Kenneth utters a low, "Cool," as he shifts a hand around in the cupboard for a couple of large dinner plates, trying not to get in the way of the ahroun as he cooks. "Wonder who buys all this stuff." Dinner plates extracted, he sets the table with them, and hunts for forks and spoons.

Lucas shrugs his shoulders, "Got me, but I ain't complaining." At the rate his stomach requires food, one might swear he was a Gnawer's boy. The pasta is returned to the pot and the butter and milk are added, the powdered orange cheese following. It's all mixed up then taken to the table, the hot dogs soon drained and following the mac and cheese. Buns and condiments follow, and then a couple of assorted cans of soda pop. "All ready, dig in."

Mara comes banging in from the backyard. "Hey, anybody..." She stops and looks at each of the cubs in their glabro form. "What? I don't feel short enough already?"

Kenneth inadvertently growls a thanks, at least waiting until everything's served up before really digging in to get an ample share and a hot dog or two. "Saw you were gone when I got back from runnin'." That must've been way before dawn. Maybe he couldn't sleep. He turns his head, midway through chewing on mac and cheese, as Mara comes a'stomping in. He doesn't recognize her really, though there is that vague feeling that they've seen each other before. Very vaguely.

Lucas is already chomping down half of a hot dog smeared with ketchup and mustard, mumbling some sort of affirmative noise to Kenneth and jabbing a thumb towards the barn out past the door. Following his own gesture, Lucas looks to the unfamiliar girl and bobs his head, swallowing down the mouthful he has. "Hey."

"Hey, yourself." She shoves her hands into her pockets. "Don't think we've met. I'm Mara."

"Kenneth," the Slord cub replies by way of intro after swallowing down, catching Lucas's gesture towards the barn briefly and nodding. He looks from the girl to the table, to food then back to the girl. "You were sayin' before...?"

"You're that other Lost Cub, aren't you?" Lucas says, right on the end of Ken's question. "I was told about you."

"Yep, that's me." Mara grins. "Though, hopefully, not for long."

"Oh yeah? What'd you pick?" Kenneth asks, three-quarters of a way through a hot dog without the bun.

Lucas offers a faint grin back at her, "I know the feeling." He says, then shovels a forkful of macaroni in his mouth and waits to hear her answer, looking keenly interested.

"Well, if everything goes right, I'm gonna be a Silent Strider." Mara's expression turns serious. "I still haven't talked to Seeker -- he's the Strider Elder -- and it's really up to him."

Kenneth takes a few moments to think, just what is a Silent Strider? Then he nods. "Why do you think you're fit to be a Strider?" His question's equally serious, as if testing her despite his utter lack of knowledge on the actual subject itself.

Lucas just listens in, for the moment, figuring that the talk might have some good tips for him. The food keeps getting eaten, chomping away happily on his second hot dog.

Mara considers the question. "Well, it wasn't any single thing -- there's lots of stuff I can find in common with a Tribe, any Tribe. But it seemed the most comfortable fit. I liked their desire to seek out knowledge. And I could relate to their lack of a homeland."

Kenneth shovels a few more bites of food down, chewing thoughtfully. "So, you're what... you were homeless before?" He could relate to that sort of feeling in some ways. "Thought the Stargazers were the knowledge-seeking ones. Or the Uktena." He glances back to Lucas, as the ahroun's wanting to see about Gazer-dom.

"Well, I think they are all, just different kinds of knowledge." Lucas attempt to clarify, but has little to go on, having never met a Strider or Uktena. "The Stargazer, I think, are more personal wisdom, discipline, and deeper sorts of things."

Mara laughs. "It could be argued that as a Theurge, I should seek knowledge regardless of my Tribe. But it seems to me that a Tribe is not any one single trait. And, no, I've never been homeless. There's a difference between having a place to live and having a homeland."

Kenneth rumbles a short, "Hunh." Homeland, home... is there a difference? The philodox nods slowly. "So you're a theurge. Spirit seer types, yeah?" He's just confirming. Gotta be sharp on those auspices. "Y'get the feeling we're not really part of any tribe until that Rite of Passage stuff?" The question is directed to both cubs.

Lucas shrugs his shoulders, "I think you're apart of a tribe when you decide to be. The Rite makes it official, but, you gotta want to be apart of a tribe to think you're one of them."

Mara shrugs as well. "I'm not a part of a Tribe until I'm accepted by one. In my case, that means Seeker accepts my petition to join the Striders, I guess. I mean, I have nothing to compare with, you know? I don't feel a part of a Tribe because I'm actually not part of one."

Kenneth hunhs again. "Guess I don't have to worry about that," he rumbles half to himself, half to the others. "Jarred-rhya's pretty much, 'You're a Shadow Lord. That's it.'"

"Neither am I. Well, they still have to test for for any Kinfetch mark, but I don't think they'll find anything." Lucas says, prodding a noodle around his place. "But I've been told I should pick a Tribe soon."

Mara looks over at Lucas. "I got a month after my trip into the Umbra. But if you're sure they won't find anything, probably best to start thinking about it now. Any idea of what you're looking for?"

Kenneth doesn't know about kinfetch persay, so he doesn't say anything. He looks to Lucas, brow arching slightly.

"No idea." Lucas says. "The Glass Walkers found me and are my current 'guardians'." The quotations can be heard in his words, "But, I've sort of ruled them out for the time. A bit too... trendy, for my liking. The Gnawers too. Which, being the other only tribe I've really talked to being the Stargazers, they're the top on my list."

Mara grins. "Not into city Garou either, huh? Well, I know you're not Black Fury material -- they're all girls. I was taken in by the Fianna and if you like beer, they might be worth taking a look at. And if you're into the whole peace on earth thing, you can't go wrong with the Children of Gaia. If the Striders won't take me, I'll probably join the Children."

"Watch out for those stereotypes," Kenneth notes, starting in on a third hotdog and dipping it in his pasta before sticking it in his mouth.

Lucas gives a sort of lopsided grin, "Alicia and Auggie did some combat training with me, but eh... nah, not my style. Not bad people, though. It's not that I mind the city," He explains. "It's just, that is what my life has been up until being a Garou. The streets. I'd rather a change of scenery, at this point."

Mara gives Kenneth a prim look. "They're not stereotypes, they're starting points." She giggles. "Naw, you're right. I am sterotyping. The Fianna especially. But they do like beer and parties."

Kenneth chews around a particularly large bite. "Dunno. The Fianna I've met so far don't seem like the drinking types."

Lucas shrugs his shoulders, "I've only met Megan, so... she doesn't seem very stereotypical."

"Megan's spet Alpha," explains Mara. "She tends to be kinda serious about things because of that. But she still likes her fun. She's the one who found me."

"Haven't met her yet," Kenneth admits. "Only saw Taslyn, an' Trevor." He pauses there. "Trevor might be the drinkin' type." He smirks.

"Ooh! Yeah, I saw them too." Lucas adds and begins to arrange himself another hot dog. "Hard keeping everyone's auspice and tribe in memory. Want one?" He gestures to the hot dogs, buns, and condiments as he looks at Mara.

Mara laughs. "Tasyln is the beer type, believe me. She wasn't too happy when I compared it to skunk piss." She looks over at the hot dogs. "Not hungry at the moment. But thanks for the offer."

"Zat so?" Kenneth rumbles aloud. "Didn't think she was that type. World gets stranger ev'ryday."

"Heh." Is all Lucas says in reply to Taslyn. He doesn't know her too well, so can't really add much on the subject.

"Yep," sayas Mara. "Next thing you know, you're gonna find out you can turn furry." She winks at Kenneth.

Kenneth eyes Mara at her slight joke. "Yeah. But if it comes with being able to heal up, everytime I get hurt, think I'll take it." He looks down to the bandages around his chest.

The Ahroun laughs at that, arching up the three long claw slashes, halfway healed, from the corner of his eye to halfway down his neck. "Amen, Brother." He says, complete with a joking southern accent, badly done.

Mara grins. "Wimps. I got beat up even before I was Garou. But I gotta go. It wa nice meeting you both. Don't eat all the food, okay?" She heads towards the door. "Oh, and I know everything is really messed up for your right now. Heck, a couple of weeks ago, I was in the same position. Feels like everyone knows more than you do and they're not sharing. But it does get better, I promise." She heads out the door.

Kenneth scowls a bit more than he should. He's gotten into plenty of fights before, and he -thinks- he's adjusting well enough to the Garou world, but he doesn't quite say anything about it. Instead, he chews furiously on the hotdog in his mouth. Even though he knows she was probably joking, it stung his pride.

"Actually, I'm enjoying this whole Garou thing." Lucas says with a toothy, neanderthal grin. "Confusing, but hey, it gives me something to do." The third hot dog he made is finished off, and he seems to be full, since the cub's not going after another. "Girls... they don't know what getting beat up is." He says with a snort and a smirk, eyes glittering with a feral sort of mischief. Must be the moon. It's full.

"As opposed to what? Runnin' around naked through the city?" Kenneth wholeheartedly agrees on that second part about the girls. "They're lucky. Girls. Though it seems like Garou don't work that way. Girls, guys, everyone's ready to kick ass in a jiff."

"Nah, just... I like knowing there wasn't something wrong with me all that time. People hated me, and now I know why." Lucas gives a faint smirk, "Besides, I like the way these Garou think. They don't take shit and they're serious about being their best. I like that."

Kenneth grunts at that, still eating it looks like, as he takes in a fourth hotdog with the last of his mac and cheese. "Kinna the same here. Didn't have as much trouble though, on my end. Don't think we'll have too much trouble fitting in."

Lucas nods his head as he cracks open a can of pop and drinks from it. "Doesn't seem like it. Soon as I find a tribe, I think I should be alright."

"You really thinkin' about the Stargazers? Figure I'd ask just to make sure you don't wanna be on the same team as me," Kenneth offers. "Though what Dillen was sayin' about packs last night, might work out that way."

"Yeah, I'm thinking about them, but I need to do some more homework, and talk to Flash again and see if it'd even work." Lucas rubs the back of his thick, Glabro neck. "But, from what I heard, we can't pack. At least, not officially, until after our Rites."

Rusty opens the kitchen doorway, and steps inside...shutting the door quietly behind him. He pauses a moment, seeing the two big guys, and arches an eyebrow. "Hello..."

[look Rusty (in Homid)]
Rusty's a small lad, only an inch over 5' tall and on the lean side. He seems to be somewhere in his mid-to-late teens, but it's hard to tell for sure. Two things about him catch your attention at once - his sparkling emerald eyes and his curly copper-red hair. The hair in particular is hard to miss; it's a bit shaggy at the moment, as if it's not been cut for a month or two. His eyes peer out merrily from a slightly-thin face, its fair skin covered with a healthy splash of freckles, and he tends to grin often. A small tuft of copper-red hair decorates his chin - a minimalist's goatee.

Right now, he's got on a pair of faded blue jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and worn white sneakers. The front of the shirt has a slogan in gold lettering: Question Authority.

Kenneth looks back to Rusty as well, black eyes staring like beads. "Yo." Is Rusty a Garou, or kin? This is the first question that comes to his mind.

Lucas also settles his eyes on Rusty, and replies with a casual, lazy, "Hey." Both cubs are looking a bit mangled, but healing, and there's a bunch of mostly eaten mac and cheese and hot dogs on the table they occupy.

Rusty glances at the table, then at the two healing cubs. "Been sparring?"

Kenneth nods slowly, but doesn't say much more than that. Finally, he rumbles out a polite, "You are...?"

Lucas nods his head also in reply, and waits patiently for the other's introduction.

Rusty chuckles softly, and gives a polite nod of his head. "Sean Fitzpatrick, but everybody calls me Rusty." He glances over the two cubs. "Cliath no-moon of the Fianna."

Kenneth has to figure out what 'no-moon' stands for, though it takes but a second to do so. "Kenneth Saitou-Sardelis," he intro's, holding up a fork, "Shadow Lord philodox, an' cub."

Lucas clears his throat and sets his soda can down, and gives his own introduction. "Lucas Whistler, lost ahroun cub."

Rusty nods, grinning. "Good to meet you. Look like the two of you had a good scrap."

Kenneth looks back to Lucas, a knowing glance passing from him to the other cub. "Could say that," he replies, shifting a little underneath his bandages. "Gonna remember not to fight Knuckles again 'til we're both all healed up." He smirks at that.

Rusty chuckles. "You DO look like you came out second-best..."

Lucas groans at Kenneth and winces, "Christ, don't call me that. ...makes me wanna spike my hair and own a hedgehog." He shakes his head and gives a dull snort.

Rusty laughs.

Kenneth chuckles lowly at the ahroun, though he looks back to Rusty. "I could take 'im." He says this with all seriousness in his eyes, though the slight smile on his lips doesn't leave. They did seem pretty even for a time, before the eyes started to haze red. "It's shorter than King of the Ass Kickers," he notes matter-of-factly. "But if you come up with something better, then suggest away man."

Lucas gives a big shrug of his shoulders, "Got me. I was always bad with names." He looks to Rusty, quirking up an eyebrow. "You're Cliath... any suggestions?"

Rusty chuckles. "Scrapper?"

Kenneth peers towards Lucas, to gauge his reaction to the name.

Rusty glances at Lucas...and grins mischievously. "Scrappy?"

Lucas slowly brings his brows in closer. "Eh... these cubs names, are they always.... lame?" Not exactly tactful, but then, he's an Ahroun. Social grace isn't high on his priorities.

Rusty chuckles. "They tend to be, for the most part. Names change."

Kenneth is So Glad he doesn't have Rusty doing his naming, then. "They're supposed to be named for deeds done. But whatev', y'know?" He'll make it a point not to call Lucas 'Scrappy', because the last thing he wants is the ahroun to go frenzy on his ass over a cartoon character.

"But people name their skinny little Chihuahuas 'Scrappy'." Lucas says with a sigh. "I'm not a dog and I'm not Mexican."

Rusty grins. "Well, you don't look like a Scooby...." He chuckles. "Knuckles isn't a bad name, actually...."

Rusty glances over at Kenneth. "It varies. The names you have once rited - those are for deeds done, usually. Cub names....it can vary, and sometimes it's based on what the cub is like."

Kenneth muses then. "Somethin' less like a dog's name and more like a Garou's. Like how some of the other elders I've met got multiple word names, sorta like Native American ones. What's your deed name, Rusty-rhya?"

Rusty grins wryly. "Everybody just calls me Rusty. One's never stuck to me. My uncle is Ever-Grinning. If he didn't have that one, I'd probably have something similar."

Lucas thinks that name over and hms. "I dunno... hard to tell what a good name would be, 'least for me. Guess I'll do something that'll spark a name."

Kenneth smirks wryly at the cliath's explanation. Hasn't met Eamon, this one. "How about just 'Black'?" he suggests to Lucas. "Figure it's not wimpy sounding."

Rusty grins. "A bit short...."

Lucas nods in agreement with Rusty, "Besides, I'm not the only black wolf running around. You are too." He says to Ken, "I think... Strikes Swiftly might fit you. I mean, you were faster than I was."

Kenneth hms at that. "Might be faster, but think there's quite a few elders that do a lot more striking and a lot more swiftly than I do. These names sound like frickin' X-Men names. And why not? We /are/ mutants. Just with pretty much the same powers."

Rusty chuckles softly. "Not sure some of the elders would appreciate that comparison."

"At least we don't have to were uniforms." Lucas points out in regards to Ken's X-men comment. "I think I'd quit if we had to do that."

"Unless they don't know what X-Men are, like Trevor-rhya," Kenneth notes, eyeing just one last hotdog though it's probably cooled off by now. He can't help but bring up the similarities, though maybe that same line of thought alienates him from truly settling down into the motions. He nods with a point of his fork and a stab into the hotdog. "You gotta point there," he tells Lucas. "Uniforms. Ugh."

In the front rooms, The front door creaks open to reveal the form of Alicia making her way in, yawning loudly to herself. She's wearing a baggier sweater to cover her stomach and is wearing her trench coat. "Mm.. Evening people."

Rusty chuckles. "Oh, I don't know. There are a FEW advantages to uniforms...especially spandex."

If he wasn't in the seat by the wall, Lucas would be inching closer to it - and away from Rusty. "....right." He murmurs, then looks to the Gaian as he arrives. "Hey Alicia." He greats her with a lopsided grin, which looks a bit odd in Glabro, complete with a ripped up side of the face.

Kenneth eyes Rusty oddly. "You're kidding right?" Spandex? SPANDEX? He glances up at Alicia as she enters, looking over her clothes. "Sup, Alicia-rhya?"

"Well, ya'know... I'm still five months pregnant. What is this I heard about spandex?" Alicia asks, eyeing Rusty for a moment, curiously.

Rusty shrugs, and then grins. "Spandex has one thing going for it. It's form-fitting...." He chuckles mischievously.

Lucas gives a faint snort and looks to Kenneth. "Wanna go back out in the barn and beat each other silly again?"

"And the only thing I see spandex on nowadays is fat women trying to hide themselves in it," Kenneth replies flatly, though whether it's said to be disgust at the fatness, or disgust at the spandex, or something totally off the chart, is anyone's guess. He does, though, make a note to the Coggie elder, "You still look good though." A placating remark, at best. Lucas's offer is answered with an upraised brow. "You wanna stay hurt for the next week? Nah man, I think I'll pass on that."

Nearly blanching, Alicia clears her throat loudly. "Um.. Rusty.. its two thousand four.. not nineteen eighty six, and I think the cubs are getting bad mental images." She flashes Ken a grin at his compliment, blowing him a kiss. "You are a prince, ya'know that? You better be telling me that in another three months."

Rusty snickers, and grins at Alicia.

Lucas looks dissapointed at the 'no', though he was mostly joking with the request. Mostly. Letting out a sigh, the Ahroun leans back in his chair and eyes the leftover mac and cheese, which is a bit cold and sticking together.

Rusty smiles at Alicia. "How're you getting along, anyway?"

Kenneth checks on the ahroun cub with a tilt of his head, only momentarily glancing at the brief conversation between the Coggie and Fianna. He makes no comment or visible reaction at the kiss blown to him. "S'cool if you wanna go hit that punching bag up some though," he notes passingly at Lucas.

"On two legs." Alicia says with a grin at Rusty as she pats her stomach. "I'm spending a lil bit of time in Lupus, just enjoying it while I can before I get farther along and start waddling."

"Hm, maybe. ...wonder if we have any ice cream." Lucas mumbles as he gets up off his chair and shuffles for the freezer and opens it up.

Rusty chuckles at Alicia, and nods. "Better you than me..."

Kenneth mentally perks. Ice cream. Why didn't he think of that? But the philocub isn't going to leave his chair and compete just yet. "You gonna go to the hospital for check-ups and stuff?"

Kenneth asks Alicia that question, of course.

Alicia shakes her head. "My husband is a doctor. I'm just going to pop the kid out and hope for the best." She says with a chuckle, shrugging her shoulders. "So, who wants to rub my tummy for good luck?"

Lucas currently has his head jammed into the freezer and is too busy shoving around giant bags of frozen vegetables to answer.

Kenneth will pass on that offer too, as his eyes flick down to the tummy briefly, then back up around the kitchen to Lucas and Rusty respectively. "Guess Garou don't need hospitals either then," he mutters quietly.

Rusty grins at Alicia. "Thanks, but not me."

Alicia snorts. "Cowards." She says with a good natured grin, then barks over towards Lucas. "Hey, you want me to cook something up for ya if you are hungry? Or are you just trying to cool your head off in there?"

"Already ate." Comes the lost cub's reply, along with a cloud of frosty steam from the freezer. He comes back out with one of those gallon tubs of ice cream, chocolate it looks like, and brings it back to the table where the remains of hot dogs and mac n' cheese already reside.

Kenneth looks up sharply. "I'm not a coward. I just don't go rubbin' bellies on anyone." Again, comments made in jest seem to sting him more than necessary.

Alicia shrugs her shoulders slightly and then heads for the back door, yawning. "Well, you three seem well handled. I'm going to do my rounds in the Caern. Ta'." She says, heading out.

Rusty waves to Alicia as she goes, then makes a move on the fridge for himself.

Lucas collects up a couple of bowls and spoons and returns to the table, filling a bowl for himself. "So, is it possible anything good is going on tonight?"

Rusty hmmms. "Hard to tell. Nothing I've heard of."

Kenneth silently ponders on that. "Whaddya mean?" he asks, checking out the multiple spoons and bowls.
Rusty shrugs. "Just mean I haven't heard of anything going on. Quiet night as far as I know."

Lucas gets up from his chair, still holding his bowl of chocolate ice cream. "Well, I'm gonna go sit out on the porch for awhile and get some air. Catcha guys later." And he heads for the living room and then the front door.

Rusty nods to Lucas. "Enjoy."

Just moments after Lucas' departure, Auggie enters with a bang, slamming the door behind him with a force that is far beyond polite. Bristling, he immediately tones down when he sees the Garou present, and his expression changes from stoney to anticipatory when he notices the food. "Hey Rusty," he nods to the Fianna. The guy he doesn't recognize, he walks over to, eyeing the bowls on his way. "Hi, I'm Auggie. Who're you?"

"That's what I mean 'bout this place bein' the sticks," Kenneth rumbles aloud, leaning back against his chair. "All there's to do is fighting and eating." There's a pause as he gazes to the new face. "Kenneth." His reply is terse, but surprisingly calm.

Rusty nods to Auggie. "Heya. You OK?"

Auggie shrugs. "M'okay. Moon's kinda gettin' me tonight," he replies simply. "Can I help myself here?" he points to the food. He nods evenly at Kenneth's tone, and asks casually, "Haven't seen you around here before. You new or somethin'?"

"Somewhat," Kenneth replies, putting down his fork on his plate and scooting it aside. There's cold mac and cheese, as well as a couple of hotdogs left, courtesy of Lucas. "Second week 'round here."

Rusty nods to Auggie. "Yeah....the moon gets to all of us."

Auggie tilts his head, and makes a silent "oh." He extends a hand to Lucas, and says, "Well, welcome. I'm Auggie Kvintos, a Child of Gaia. I'm a cub too, an Ahroun." At Rusty's comment, he just grunts and murmurs, "That's for damn sure."

[Auggie helped himself to the leftover grub, and took off. (AKA, his player had company and logged off.)]

Kenneth introduces himself for the umpteenth time it seems, before he looks back to Rusty. Now that they're left alone for the moment, he can take a better gauge of the cliath. He remains silent while doing so, if only to look him over. "Does every Garou around here fall between some weird age range of teens to twenties, or is it just me?"

Rusty shrugs. "A lot of us are young. You don't change until you hit puberty, so..." He shrugs again. "You're going to get a lot of young cubs and cliaths." He grins wryly. "I'm older than I look, though. I'm twenty-one."

Kenneth wouldn't have guessed it, that's for sure. Then again, the way Rusty dresses probably doesn't help much either. "Yeah? So what happens to the older ones?" He pauses, considering the answer to his own question. "One of those live fast, die young deals, isn't it?"

Rusty nods, sighing. "More often than not..."

Kenneth gazes away to the rest of kitchen, becoming pensive again. Then he stands up, a grunt issuing as it causes a moment's sting of pain up and down his sides that are bandaged. "My parents... they were pretty old." One hand goes up to adjust the set of the large-sized headphones on his head. "Gotta watch those stereotypes," he mutters as he blinks twice, this time his tone a lot less brusque. Glancing over to the Fianna, he tilts his chin once in a gesture. "Think I'm gonna go outside and get some air. Catch y'later."

Rusty nods to Kenneth. "See you around."