- โโ fighter โโ in [emily's truck] > the music store > outside > the bar โโ tagging emily, kodiak, flynn โโ
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marka scoff left his mouth at the comment from kodiak, but he turned it into a cough, holding a clenched fist up to his mouth to try and hide it. right, there was no fighting in emilyโs truck, and kit didnโt want to be the person to start a fightโ though it was a game to kodiak, kit knew that. it was kind of a game to him, too โwhen there was no fighting. and he didnโt think that the seat from before was going to make it through it if he did start a fight. the fighting will have to wait for the ride back to the house and just the ride back to the house, where kit will sit in the front seat. it was a promise to himself and kodiak, and it was a promise that kit didnโt think kodiak knew; that is, if kodiak didnโt guess it from the start. โ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ต, ๐๐ผ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ด๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ!โ there was a scoff, and he didnโt try and hide it with a clenched fist this time. โyou donโt do your job to start with. how hard is it to put a band-aid on without your help?โ but that didnโt stop kit from going to kodiak when he was hurt, just for the leader to put a band-aid on him himself and look like he was doing his job. thinking on it, kit was helping kodiak when he did that! and where was his thank you for it?
markkit left his seat in the back of the truck to sit down on the floor of it, his legs holding him up tall enough to let him lay his arms down crossed on top of the center console in the front of the car and making sure to elbow emily in the process of settling down. โ๐ต๐ฒ๐! ๐ ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ป, ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐? ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ฒ๐น๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐.โ he was teasing, the tone of his voice light like emilyโs was, but if not that, then the smile on his face would give away his good mood first and foremost. โ๐ถ๐โ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ธ, ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ถ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ธ ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐.โ he nodded his head at that, like he didnโt really walk on top of kodiak when he was getting into the truck.
markhe didnโt know a lot about plants, and because of that he didnโt know a lot about what to talk about with emily's question and kodiak's answer to it. but he was happy to sit there and listen to the two of them talk about it, reaching his hand into the front to mess with the radio in the truck. a butt plant, huh? there was a smile on his face thinking of it.
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markback inside the music store, kit was sitting down at the drum set and laying his arms down crossed on top of one of the drums when emily went up to him to poke a finger into his shoulder. he lifted his head to listen to her, his body leaning back in the seat and hitting the wall with a bump, and then nodded his head when she told him the plan she had. the plan sounded okay to him, and he didnโt have any reason to question her about it. all he did was show her a thumbs up, before looking back at the rest of the store to watch the people in it and listen to the music playing on the radio. not that there was a lot of people in the store for him to watch, but it was fun.
markit didnโt take a long time of him sitting there and looking into the store for his two packmates to walk up to him- first flynn, and then kodiak following him. he waved one of his hands at flynn and his question before shoving the two of them into the pockets of his pyjamas, adding on to the first part of what kodiak was saying. โ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ฒ๐ณ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ป, ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐๐ถโโ he stopped his talking at the second part, his eyes growing wide at the thought of what kodiak was saying. yeah, where was she? emily getting into trouble was fine with him, it was fun for him to watch. but emily getting into trouble without him there? no, thank you. he left his seat without a word to walk, a fast walk, to the front of the store and to the door of it, waving one of his hands to the two werewolves. โ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป, ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป! ๐๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ!โ
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markbut it was hard to find her when he didnโt know where she was at. sure, she told him that she would go to some place โjust down the street,โ but there were a lot of buildings that were just down the street to the music store. it took a bit of walking, but when he heard a commotion happening just one or two buildings down from where he was walking at the time, he knew that was a good first place to start. he zipped his jacket up to his chin and started walking down the street with a new sense of determination and a furrow in his brow. it didn't sound like a fight, but it didn't exactly sound friendly, either. furniture scraping and voices of vague anger that were muffled even with how good his hearing was. at this point in time, he kind of wished it was even better, however inconvenient that would actually be in day to day life.
markjust what was emily up to without him? a tip about something in town, right. a tip about something in town his butt. this was a bar! he walked up to the front of it and pressed his face to one of the windows, holding his hands up to his face to try and see inside of it. the window was fogged up by his breath because of the cold, and even his squinting didnโt help himโ whether emily was in there or not heโd have to check for himself, and so he opened the door.
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markand when he opened the door, the atmosphere of the inside of the bar immediately feltโฆ off. and it took him stopping in his tracks, his mouth already open to call out to emily and his arms outstretched in a dramatic gesture, to look at what was actually on the inside of the bar to realize why it was that that off feeling was filling his senses. emily was standing somewhere in the middle of the floor, close to the bar and the bartender behind it with her hands clenched into fists. she lookedโฆ angry, but not the kind of angry that kit was used to seeing on her face. this time she looked well and truly angry, and when his attention turned to the guns hanging on the wall next to the pelts and trophies of the animals they killed with them, he thought he was starting to understand. it was completely different from the warm feeling of the guitars hanging on the wall of the music store, next to only band t-shirts and cds. this was more โanimalโ to him than the animals they sought to kill. and for what? for sport? he trusted in emily's angry face as justification for his own anger, despite not knowing what happened before he burst in through the door.
markit was all a blur, what he felt bubbling in his throat and what he did following that bubbling feeling. he didnโt know if what he was hearing was the thump of his heart trying to beat out of his chest or the thump of his feet on the floor, but it was all that he was hearing in his ears all the same. his own hands had since clenched into fists, and he raised one of them to throw it in the face of the bartender that emily was talking to with a solid thwack.
