A used couch and a pair of recliners are grouped around a coffee table in the living room, with a foursome of wooden chairs claiming the bump out for quieter conversation. The dining room boasts a white laminate table with four vinyl-covered - too new to be 'vintage', too old to be trendy. The appliances and cupboards in the kitchen are new - or at least refurbished to look like it - and a door leads out to the backyard from there.

Up the stairs are a number of empty rooms where anyone affiliated with the Sept can crash and an office for private meetings. The Glass Walkers have their own area accessible via a locked door off the foyer. The main doors themselves lead back out to the front porch of the house.

As has been the case since Emma moved in, sounds of construction start up in the Glass Walker side of the house around seven in the morning. No excessive banging this week, but there are definite signs of movement. And, as usual, ten AM seems to be break time, for here comes Nat out the security door that separates the two halves, white dust covering her from head to toe.

Emma is up and moving around already -- not like anyone could sleep through the sounds of physical labor. As Natalie comes into view, Emma gives a short wave from her position on the ground. It would appear the girl was doing sit-ups or some other kind of calisthenic. "Morning."

Natalie comes around the half-wall to where she can actually see the living room. Offering her packmate an ashen half-grin she repeats, "Morning. Seen Kevin this morning?"

Emma sits up then, wrapping her arms about her bent knees. "No? Didn't know he was here." There is clearly the look of confusion in her gaze. "He staying here now or something?"

"Last night he asked to join the Walkers," Natalie says evenly, wiping her left hand across both cheeks and then frowning at her fingers. The movements don't clean her face, but leave smudged trails through the stubborn dust. "Damn, hate this stuff. --Anyway, I wanted to let him sleep in, but this is getting ridiculous. I'd say he's out with Scratch, only this is five am for Scratch." And thus, her tone says, the Ahroun won't be awake.

The color rushes to Emma's face at this news. "Asked to join the  Walkers?" she questions again as if in disbelief. "That little shit!" She stands herself upright then, dusting off her knees roughly as she does so. "So full of shit! That's what he is." Emma continues on in this tirade, her hand still brushing off one of her pant legs.

Natalie immediately bristles and straightens, her hands pulling into the beginnings of loose fists. "Excuse me?" she says, volume dropping and eyes fixed on the younger Ahroun. "That's my cub you're trashing."

Emma folds her arms over her chest. "Fine. Good luck with him. He's full of shit and real good at saying one thing and meaning another. He also lacks any kind of balls. As of yesterday all he could do was spew out how he wanted to be a Get, and how he had what it takes and how wonderful it would be."

"Well as of yesterday," the Galliard retorts, her eyes fastened on Emma's face, "He also wasn't really thrilled with the idea of getting stabbed and having his legs broken daily. And he was too afraid of you to tell you himself. I told him you'd be happy - that you'd rather he figured out he wasn't a Get now instead of finding that out when he dies on his Rite of Passage."

Emma waves a hand in the air dismissively. "That was Brom. I told him otherwise, and if he couldn't believe me then fine. And you Walkers make it a point to shoot your cubs, so what's the difference between that and getting stabbed. Do you want soft Garou? -and I'd have been happy if he came and told me to my face instead of running off and trying to find refuge elsewhere. He lied to me! I don't get 'happy' for liars." The young Ahroun stands there, face pink with anger and arms tight over her chest.

Natalie's chin jerks up, though her gaze never wavers. "Who the hell's Brom? And he didn't exactly 'run off', unless you think talking to me in the farmhouse somehow is the same as running cross-country for days on end. But fine, if you want to get a bug in your ear about how the kid deciding that your tribe isn't for him is some sort of Litany-breaking treason, do it. I figured the kid was all for the Get, but you wouldn't see me whining and bitching if he'd followed through."

Emma lets out a growl, "I don't care where the fuck he goes. I care that he lead us on and spoke of wanting one thing, when he had no intention of ever following through. That's bullshit. I'm glad he's not with us now. We don't need any fucking pussies, or liars." She huffs, "I even told him, from day one, that if he wasn't sure, then to back off. But no.. he puffed his chest out and acted like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. That's what pisses me off. The deception."

Speak of the devil, and... up pops a horned head. Or in this case, an unkempt and hollow-eyed one. The door from upstairs creaks open and in shuffles Kevin. "What's the racket...?" he mumbles, and then sees who's present. ".....oh."

"Oh please," Nat drawls. "Deception? Changing his mind is somehow the equivalent of personal betrayal? Get a grip, Emma." Kevin's quiet entrance goes entirely unnoticed by the Galliard - of course, her back is also to the stairs. "Be sad he decided to go for another tribe, sure. But if you try anything, if I find out you've been trashing my cub behind my back, if you even lay a finger on him in anger..."

"Oh I wouldn't dare Natalie. He's your project now, I'm not risking the  skin off my back to give two shits about how he turns out." It is then that Emma notices the figure at the stairs, and her eyes lift upward to look at him with a hard gaze. "Guess we should stop talking about it now since the little prince has woken up. Don't want him to have hurt feelings or anything."

Kevin takes a deep sigh and rubs his hand through his hair. "I might have known you guys wouldn't let me go that easily," he remarks, setting his jaw and striding over towards the confrontational duo. "Look here, Emma-rhya, Natalie-rhya. If I remember rightly you guys are packmates. Friends. If you end up not talking any more because of me..." He gives Emma a long look. "Have you told her everything I said? Or Signe, like I asked you to?" he asks Nat.

Natalie says coldly, "Don't go there, Emma." She's tensing again, head dropping as her arms spread slightly. "You better go patrol. Now." Kevin? Kevin who? There's no Kevin here. Her attention never wavers from the Ahroun.

Emma looks up to Kevin. "That's pretty arrogant of you Kevin. There are things far more important in a pack than who gets a lost cub. My frustration isn't with Natalie." There is a moment of hesitation before she tightens her lips and turns around to head to the door. "I'm coming back for lunch," she comments as she moves.

The front door open and closes, as Tu comes in from outside. He takes a moment to look around, but the sound of Natalie's voice draws his attention and picks the direction for him. He makes his way over to her, eyeing the two people he doesn't know. Sensing the tone of the conversation, the Ragabash waits until Natalie acknowledges him.

"Where I was arrogant," Kevin snaps, "was thinking I had a chance of ever measuring up to the standards you guys set. More fool me. Think yourself lucky I got honest with myself now instead of when it might have been a real disaster."

Natalie doesn't move, instead forcing Emma to push past her to move for the door. "Keep going, Emma," she says again, voice still low and controlled. "The moon's too damn big for this right now."

Emma has her teeth clenched together. "Yeah, I just love when a cub gets to have the last word on something." Her fists are bunched together and her whole body is rigid. Lord help anyone out on the streets who gets in her way just now. She moves past the Galliard, careful to not 'brush' her as she does so.

Tu watches Emma leave, moving out of her way as she moves past him. He finds a spot that keeps him respectfully distant from the conversation, but not so distant that he can be easily ignored. Folding his arms across his chest, he watches the rest of the argument unfold.

Kevin clenches his hands into fists. His jaw sets into a semblance of rigidity as his eyes follow Emma, but his trembling body betrays his level of emotion. He almost opens his mouth to say more, but chokes it off before any sound escapes.

Natalie turns to watch Emma go, finally noticing Tu. "Morning," she offers tensely, hands still working into and out of fists. "Tu, this is Kevin." She jerks her head back toward the cub on the stairs. "Ragabash. Kevin, Tu. He's a Ragabash too. I'm gonna... leave you two to talk. I've got work to do." And with that she too leaves the tense scene,  disappearing through the Walker door with no other word. It shuts firmly behind her.

[End of log]