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The dinner offered ample opportunity to converse with the pack. Although she had reclusive days where yanking her out of her room would result in a fist fight, this evening was one of those just after an introverted episode. When she'd joined everyone at the table, parked just across from Sy, greetings burst from her mouth like conversational paintballs. She was almost manic, making jokes and commenting on how <i>fucking devestatingly delicious </i>the dishes were. The brunette had the break-mommy's-heart habit of being unnecessarily vulgar.<br/>
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To be fair, she was overcompensating today. After all, her <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F15%2Fbc%2Fa7%2F15bca7a29d3b869d9ecfa9f858f88bdb.jpg&amp;hash=29fa6fb67346fde58c60e9ba8679d939" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/15/bc/a7/15bca7a29d3b869d9ecfa9f858f88bdb.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a> was mortifyingly casual compared to some of the other pack members here, and she instinctually felt the need to distract from her lacking attire. It wasn't difficult to see that Silas was peeved by her radioactive energy, occasionally jamming her invisible barriers with knives of the eyes. The minty green that made up his iris' assisted in his intimidation factor, but by now it was harmless on her. He was a kitty cat to Prim.<br/>
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Peering around, she noted the beta was missing from the table. It was strange considering these dinners were generally mandatory, but figured the reason likely lied within a hidden motive of Zephyr's. Speaking of, the alpha sat soundlessly at the head of the table and tugged at her heartstrings. Was he okay? Her autumny hazel gaze fixed on him with worry up until Melody spat acid toward Silas's less than respectable eating habits.<br/>
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Brows perked, she prepared for the man to respond. It was near to impossible that he wouldn't.<br/>
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On cue, Silas lazily angled his head toward the delta femme and cocked it sideways, smirking bitterly. "<i>Just because you act like a queen doesn't mean you are one, <b>sweetie. </b>Fuck off or buy some noise cancelling headphones. We're werewolves, not etiquette school antendees.</i>" Her brother struck in response, causing Prim to cover her mouth to attempt hiding her amusement, instead offering a scoff to appear neutral. "<b>Sy, cut it out!</b>" Primrose smothered a laugh, shaking her head. Why was he born so fucking rude?</div></div></div><br/>
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