Sean sits down in a private corner of the Nexus, watching Rico nervously. "I. I don't know how to say this. Or what to say."

Mm. Considering boycotting Valentine's Day.

Can you boycott a holiday? Must look into this.

Sean was sleeping sitting up. This was because he had a Rico in his lap. A Rico who apparently was high on something the night before.

He meant to stay awake and watch in case something happened. But poor littlw werewolf boy was exhausted, so he too fell asleep.

My God, Sean, why can't you ever shut the hell up are you a complete moron?

Yes, yes I am. He hates me. I know he does, he never wants to see me again and he hates me.

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Rico's mad at me. He thinks I'm going to get myself hurt. With the...F thing. Hrgm. I know what I'm doing.

Sean needs his flea-dip. He's curled up, in wolf-shape, outside the door of his apartment. Not because he's been banished, he just doesn't want to get fleas all over his apartment.

He's waiting for Will, and probably Wolf too.

FUCK.

I have fleas. I need a flea dip.

Soo I've got a sixteen year old kid living with me.

It's just because he ran away from home and didn't know where else to do. What do guys like to do when they're sixteen? I should probably by a tv.

Sean has a phone!. It makes him happy. Because now he can call people and not have to worry about running up other people's bills. Yayy. Also: It's a phone.

He picks it up and dials.

Who answers?

((open to anyone))